Someday, I'll Be Dead Too.This story is a work in progress, it is also a concept that I am working on. Let me know what you think.Entry OneIn my dreams I'm running with you, the shots ring out and you aren't protecting me and I'm not protecting you but we run together as equals, boy and girl... both as terrified as the other but neither fighting for the other... just fighting for ourselves. Then I wake up, and I go about my day, most of it spent sleeping, or on the computer. I brought myself to shower since I cleaned some of my cloths yesterday. I can change into clean pj's. I don't need dreams like that... but when I have those dreams or, nightmares I should say, they are always massacres, always shooting. I never die but I do get shot, shot in the leg and I lie there in agony waiting to die. Don't think about them. It's Sunday so the rest of the day is just a waist of time, I should clean my room, but I'm too tired.