False Dream
Last night in my sleep
I dreamt that I was being robbed at gunpoint
I looked at this dude
I ignored him like a boring professor providing a boring lecture
Next thing I knew I was shot in the head
I didnt see blood itself
But I felt the blood dripping from my head
As I was walking away from me being shot in the head
It felt like a slow motion when you watch a dramatic scene in a movie
Then I just woke up
I didn't wake up with a panic attack nor anxiety
I woke up calm Knowing that will not be my fate in Jesus name.
My fate is the be the g.o.a.t with a lower case g chasing the true G.O.A.T
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