referring_saving one life::LastNightsDream

i rarely remember my dreams, but when i do, i think they offer a beautiful imagery making up for great movies.

In the dream, i was at some party i didn’t know anybody, but i believe it was somewhere in chicago. there was this guy, i did not know as well, who would pass out, collapse, all suddenly and i'd been the only one to see. In the dream, i ran over to him, bend over, towards him and recognized that he wouldn’t breathe anymore, asking the people what he had taken, who now stood around us, because out of me there came the loudest scream resounding in an endless echo.
in the dream, i would cut my wrist with some knife and pour my blood running out of the wound, into his mouth and lay little flat rocks, just like the ones i found in denmark, around in a circle on his left chest. out of nothing he would open his eyes again, asking me if i were an angel. i would shake my head to a no, pointing at his girlfriend, who stood aside from us, crying and tell him, that she is the angel.
whatever is lying inside this dream, it is also strange that it was dreamed in english.

while thinking about this dream today, i remembered that my dead grandma would have always told me, that she thought i were a witch and how it scared me, when i was younger, because i thought, they would soon burn me. then i remembered, that i was the only one from the family, who could not say good bye to her, because i wasn't even in the country and how my mom told me a year later, that she had been calling for me, while passing to the other world.
i know where i have been.