This video reminded me about an awful dream I had last night that made me cry in my sleep. Somebody sent a letter to the paper for Brooke that he was going to shoot her between a certain hour on a certain day. And we were in this weird, cold, modern house and the guy came, and he was tall and my Boss was there telling us not to be scared, and I was scared for Brooke and also selfishly angry that I was put in danger because of this.
Eventually I got shot in the back, and it stung, but my Boss turned to me and said, “They are not real bullets.” And I ran away. Sounds simple, but the emotions were intense.
Anyway… really like the song in this; Nothing At All by Sulek.