I woke up from a really bad dream. In it I was shot in the head point blank by a hitman riding a tricycle, along with three of my other family members. God please protect my family, in Jesus name amen 🙏
The odd thing about it was that I didn't feel the least scared as it was happening in the dream. I wasn't the first one to get shot at; in fact when I was waiting for my turn, it's as if I was anticipating it, like I finally resigned to the fact that I'm gonna die and there's nothing I can do but to fully welcome and accept that fate. I felt eerily calm