One day I woke up in a field like this with blood all over my shirt and pants I started to freak out trying to remember my dreams but nothing was coming to mind. My heart was pounding so hard I felt people from a mile away could hear where I was at and see my bloody clothes however it was strange because my hands and skin didn't have any kind of blood on it. What happened when I was asleep?
I sit down in the field I was at looking around for any kind of hint while still a little dazed I try to close my eyes and concentrate I see little red veins through my eyelids and I can see the blood pumping through them as if I was able to see my cells almost. I open my eyes really fast to check and make sure I'm not dreaming and when I open my eyes I see white transparent blood cells dancing around on my eyeballs. I'm not dreaming so I try to calm my self and close my eyes again to look past the veins, cells and red skin. I get shapes and fog... now I see someone, it's me but not me and I'm in a different country somewhere I have never been before, I never saw this house or know the people but after a while, the faces start to become clearer changing from who they were to people I know but I know it's not them.
I get home and as I wash my self in the shower I see a cut on my upper chest, I check that area and it felt normal, no pain so I thought it was clear it's strange because once I knew I had a cut on my chest it started to hurt a lot. I have this strange feeling that this may not be real, am I still dreaming? Is life but a dream? This isn't natural at all but what is the natural way?
