I was sitting on the bus on my way home from laserdome while listening to Donkeyboy. And my mind started drifting as usual; having a vivid imagination can be very entertaining but also very scary. When you get into the imaginary world, it can sometimes be hard to tell it apart from reality.
At the next bus stop a young guy with a huge bag came on the bus and sat at the back just behind me. In my imaginary world he took out his gun and shot me through the seat before shooting few others near by and taking his own life. As the bus driver pulled over, we were left there with all the sreaming people around us. I assumed that someone uninjured would call 112. And so I started wondering how long I would stay conscious before going into a shock. And how long would I live if some of my imporant organs had been injured.
Whom would I call to let know what had happened? I would love to call my family but would it be fair for them hear me dying? Who would water my plants?
In the end I came to the conclusion that I was getting a bit too lost in imagination. Actually I don't fear for my life here at all despite all the incidents during the past few months. I feel safe and pretty happy with my life here. But my imaginary world can be scary. Usually I get lost in happy thoughts but sometimes I do get taken hostige, run from Russian mafia or have some murderers living next door...
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