Dejavu...either I've died and came back as the same f*cking perosn living the same life, been sent back in time,or I'm seeing the future before. ...Something will happen and in the back of my skull it just starts burning...This all happened before... Waking up in places you didn't go to sleep is always nice. Then there is that dream that got me over my fear of death.It felt so real.I was watching myself,out of body,I was shacked and they were walking me to the electric chair. I'm f*cking freaking out,I'm innocent,I know it, My family knows it..but it's too late for me. they strap me in the chair, both my family and their "victim's" family are watching .I'm hyperventilating and I want to cry. ...but then it just hits me. There is nothing you can. It's all over.Just let go. I stop panicking. I focus my eyes straight ahead. They pull the lever. That's the last thing I see. Then the everything it was just pitch black for a few minutes. I though I was dead....Then I open my eyes,and I was awake. relived I wasn't dead. It kind of f*cked me up for the rest of the day. I had a dream I was getting chased by a giant angry,evil pink flamingo. It was probably a metaphor for me running away from my gay thoughts or something.