Timothy Paradox

I was in the Carribbian with my dead grandmother from my father's side. I wanted to buy some drugs, because I saw some other people do the same. I wanted cannabis. The Jamaican dude was prepared to sell me some kind of painkiller (a stronger version of imodium), but I had to accept a subscription of some kind using my credit card first. I suspected a scam, and backed out of the deal.

There was a war or armed conflict of some sort going on. I was with the soldiers (Americans, from the looks of them) even though I was no soldier. We heard voices and agonized screams coming out of a hangar. were getting ready to bust in and terminate any threats, and I felt very nervous. This was the first time I'd see action. A guy from work, Roel, was with the team as we went inside. There was a single hostile in the hanger, a man, but he was extremely agile. Everybody opened fire on him, and he jumped up into a corner of the building, up against the roof. Baffled by this (and scared at the same time), I drew my revolver and opened fire. I had never killed anyone before, and it felt strange. Sure, I've fired guns before in real life, but it was weird to realize that this time, I was pointing that thing at another human being with the intention to kill. My body was full of adrenaline, and I forgot to aim the first few shots. So yeah, I didn't hit much. When I aimed down the sight and got ready to shoot, a young black man ran up to the hostile, and jumped up to him. Somehow, this caused some soldiers to finally hit and kill the target (and the black man) with a few bursts of fire from their assault rifles. When it was over, the black dude turned out be a teenage girl, and she had apparently come back to life. We thanked her for her help. A bit later, I was in some kind of waiting room with actress and obsession Hayden Panettierre. I sat there, thinking about why I did all this. About how I throw myself into violent situations, just to feel worthy of being alive. Worthy of her. Explaining more would require extensive knowledge of my mind, so let's keep it at this.

There were four people, including me, and two of us were not what we seemed to be (not human, maybe?) but no one knew who. I chose two others and claimed it was them. But them it was revealed that it was in fact me. I was convicted together with the other person, and violently killed by being hung from a skyscraper... Another dead condemned person hanging next to me looked like the actor Damian Lewis.