I had a dream when I was really young, I may have been 4 or 5 years old. In the dream I was viewing myself from a third person point of view, I was sitting on the end of a slide in the elementary schools playground where I attended 1st grade. My feet met the ground and beside me was another kid around my age, a classmate I guess. We were talking about something, what I cant remember. But the one significant thing about this dream and the very reason I'm bothering to describe it is this; there was a red arrow that had penetrated both of my legs at the knees. I sat there with an red arrow going in one leg and into the other leg and it got stuck there. And I think I was in pain and I was sad. I think the kid next to me asked"what will you do now" or something to that effect, and I remember seeing me sort of shrug my shoulders with my head down in a melancholy way. Like I had given up all hope..
I said "it doesnt matter now, just let the monsters come out of me"
I remember these exact words from this disturbing dream. For some reason this particular dream imprinted in my memory for life. I feel like it was an omen. That I was sanctified, cursed by the devil beelzebub before I had even ever had a fucking chance
