Friday, August 16 2013

Dreams dreams dreams.

So I've always had some sort violent dreams, but I can't remember any of them involving guns until after my house was broken into. Most involved zombies or vampires or animals or something. But never guns.

This morning I dreamt that I was at an apartment complex with Gabe. We went down to his car and were about to get in when someone frantically shouted, "GUN!" At first I didn't understand what the person said, but then I saw a woman with this blank expression on her face. Her arm out in front of her, holding a handgun. Just was shooting at anyone and everyone in front of her. She got closer and closer. Gabe and I were separated, his old maroon Grand Prix between us, and a huge 15 passenger family van to my right. The woman was coming toward us from my right side. I knew she was close, so close, because she was shooting at the family trying to get into the van. I couldn't see her but I looked under the van and saw bodies falling to the floor. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't run because she would see me, but I couldn't stay either because she'd shoot me. Then one of the family members tried to get away by crawling under the van. But the woman began shooting aimlessly under the van, hoping she's get the person under the van. She did. I heard footsteps. She was walking toward us. I dropped to the floor under the person she'd shot. Playing dead. The person's blood on me. Not moving. Not breathing. Just wishing she'd go away. Gabe was under his car. She didn't see him. But she kept staring at me. She had to have stared at me for at least 20 seconds. Then walked away. And scene.