Ppl wonder why I don’t like to sleep. Now hopefully, they will have somewhat of a clue as to why I don’t like to. This is something that means a great deal to me, it may be a little long, but pleeze dont sleep on it. I would appreciate feedback on this. Thank you for all of your support.


Dreamz of fear and terror...
Death and pain...
A myth or real life?...
Will it happen?...
This is my dream...

An ordinary party occurs with all of my friends...
Happiness and laughter...
I shift my eyez and bikers appear...
Driveby……

Everyone dives for the ground...
But im too late...
Everyone is fine….but me...
I get hit in the stomach and hit the ground...

The pain intensifies...
My insides are on fire...
I want to scream, but I cant...

I’m able to see and hear fine...
I move my head and see everyone get up...
I follow and get up...

Holding my stomach covered in my own blood...
I stumble towards my baby and look into his eyes...
I look at my stomach as he does...

Remove my hands and stare at the blood...
Everyone stares at me wondering how I am alive...
All of a sudden the pain increases...
I walk a little and fall into the arms of my baby...
He picks me up and carries me into the house onto the wooden floor...
Such a cold wooden floor and a firey insides...
He looks into my eyes as I struggle to breathe...

“Stay with me honey, you’ll be alright...
I’m here, please don’t leave me...
You will be fine...
Baby look at me, honey please stay...
Angela I love you please stay with me...
I cant live my life without you”...

The eyes of an angel, my baby...
Staring into those, my body feels so warm...
I whisper the words that mean so much to me and him...
I love you...
I pass out after that and just remember him carrying me down the hall...

Did I pass out?...
Or did I die?...
Will this happen?...
Or is it just a dream?...
I guess only time will tell...