The more i spend time awake, the more I am starting to forget about it. For one I was shot in the back, through the shoulder. I don't remember by who. It almost seemed rehearsed though, and I seemed to know it was going to happen. I didn't mind that I was going to get shot and most likely die. Now once I did get shot, I felt that I didn't want to die and started seeing things more clearly. While still alive I was then paraded around by an old friend like some kind of rare animal for all to see as the blood poured from the exit wound at the right of my chest, and I went along.