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Date Posted: 07:30:52 12/08/05 Thu
Author: YolandaV
Subject: Three Universals Truths

Every so often, a quirky thing called dreamscaping happens. Some call it "Astro Projection", I prefer to think of it as unconscious form of "Peek 'A' Boo".
Most times it is harmless, but every so often I fall into some ones' life as it ends. At times, one just takes a peek into some one else' complex life. And for the most part it is uneventful and harmless. This is not the case, this nocturnal wondering bothers me too much. I know I am in danger of sounding like one of those ESP shows, but my esp friends tells me that this was not just a dream, this was a warning.
It began as a clear sunny afternoon, and I was going into the dojo to teach a sword class, the dojo floor next to my dojo with a wall dividing the room. A self defense class for women was in progress. Three adult females students, one child about six and two female instructors, a total of six with two other people who would walk in, later on.
After I entered I began to set my equipment down when I saw a tall man, in his mid forties. He was dressed in work clothes, a dark blue work jacket, and dark pants. His face was pale and showed blemish damage from the past. He was a husky man with brownish graying hair, that laid on the back of his neck unkempt. When I approached him and introduced myself he didn't look into my eyes, he looked pasted me, without focusing on any one or anything.
This was the first sign that something was wrong.

First Rule to Remember: An attacker who are going for a passion kill never look at the eyes of the people around them. It takes them out of their focus.
I thought he was looking for one of the students, but when I looked down, I noticed a small caliber handgun, in his hand and a semi- auto in a shopping bag under his arm.

Second Rule To Remember: Anyone who carries more then just one weapon is out for a kill. It's that simple.

Then he looked straight into my eyes, motioned to me to take a seat at a table in the far corner of the room. At the same time he took the semi out directed the rest of the women to have a seat next to me. He asked me if I wanted to join him, gut instinct told me to say; yeah. However at this point I was reaching for a phone that was not far from me. At this point he made me go back to the seat with the rest of the women. Again, he asked me if I wanted to join him; I replied no.
He sat down across from me at the table, with the smaller caliber gun wrapped in a towel and pointed the gun at my head, pulled the trigger and shot me through my forehead. I could feel the small bullet break through my skin, shatter through my skull and lodge in the front part of my brain. As slumped back, in I knew I should have been dead right away, but it didn't feel like that. So I pretended I was dead, so he won't take another shot at me. The he preceded to shoot the women next to me. The child that was there had tried to run, but his short legs could could outrun the large mans' reach. He had gotten up and pulled the child by his head shooting him in the head at close range. The child was dead by the time he fell onto the floor. I saw the man move around the dojo looking to see if any one else was there. There were two more shots in the other room then he silently walked out the door.

For some reason I knew I had only a few seconds to find the phone, I desperately searched for the phone, but couldn't find it. I found myself in the main room where the six bodies laid. With two other in the room next door, all dead on the floor. Two of the women who had sat next to me at the table were slumped over the table dead. The other three laid in a warm massive pool of blood.
I could feel the warmness of the blood oozing out from my forehead, but I couldn't feel the pain. Suddenly I realized how clear and focused my thoughts were Isn't that strange I felt. I turned to look at the two dead women at the table and realized there was a third one. She had fallen back at the impact to her head, then I realized the woman was me.
Then it went black.

Third Rule To Remember: Regardless if you believe in a god, or reincarnation, or perhaps your one of these people who covers all of their bases just in case the afterlife wasn't what it was cracked up to be. Or you feel that dreams are an insight to the future, and some how by knowing it you can alter it. Perhaps you would rather not know, and say: Fuck it.
Out of all universals truths to be held, one is for certain, the Universe has a sick sense of humor.

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YolandaV

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