Alright, here is a dream I had a little while ago in which I got shot real bad. Its in my DJ, but I wanted to bring it to people’s attention. It still bothers me a bit. Anywho, here it is.
Had a very strange, slightly disturbing dream last night that is very worthy of entry into my online DD. I was not lucid, and its probably a good thing I wasn’t. I was in the town I am currently living in, as I recognize it, however, someone mentioned it was Washington D.C… and I did see the white house at one point. The entire dream was very vivid. I’ve had so many recent non-lucid dreams about death, its starting to worry me.
Excuse, in advance, the subject matter of this dream. I am not one of those people in the US fearing an imminent threat of a terrorist attack. Also, please note this gets very bloody towards the end. Don’t read if you can’t handle those kinds of things very well.
The memory starts with me riding in a van with two uncles of mine and a kid. It was just getting dark. Suddenly in the distance we heard a huge explosion, and in a bit we could feel the ground shake. We figured it must have been the government testing some sort of bomb. Then, we saw and heard a couple missiles fly through the sky and hit a distant area. Looking up, I saw a few faint fighter jets and helicopters. One of the helicopters was very close, and was launching the missles and unloading rounds into the city. It was time to drop off the kid in the van. I asked him what he thought the helicopters were doing, and he just shrugged and said something with disinterest. As we pulled away from the kids house, the helicopter started chasing our van. My uncle sped up as fast as he could, and for a few minutes we were trying to dodge the machine guns going at least 60mph through the suburbs. We decided to pull over and hide among the many back yards in the area, hoping the helicopters wouldn’t see us. We got out and looked for hiding places. Someone had their radio on, and through the static I heard it was a terrorist attack, and that the people were from an american militia group around the city we were in. I thought to myself “too bad bush didnt really have his concerns in the ‘homeland’, so concentrated on other countries”. The radio made it clear the terrorists’ goal was to take over the whitehouse and kill bush. People everywhere were stocking up on food and imperishables. We were in a dark part of the suburbs. I could see bobbing flashlights moving around the houses, and people dressed in black sneaking around with guns. Often, the sound of a machine gun would be followed by screams and cries. The ‘terrorists’ were getting very close. My two uncles and I found our way inside a screened-in porch in someone’s backyard. We figured it was a good hiding place, as we were crouched down below the screen, hiding in the corners. Suddenly, the door was kicked open and in came two people with guns. One was young, about 16 or so years old. He had a large machine gun and wore a strange western-type hat. The other was in his forties and had some kind of handgun. The man held my uncles to gunpoint, and the boy aimed his machine gun at me. I pleaded for my life for a second, but he would not listen. I could feel my body shake and jolt as he shot about 30 rounds into my neck, chest, and head. I was surprised how little pain I could feel, it was just the sheer force of the bullets. I thought I might be dreaming, but realized that everything was far too real, I could even feel the texture in the fabric of my clothes against my skin as I fell to the ground. My body grew numb as my vision went black and I grew very weak and faint. I remember trying to beleive what was going on, as it all happened within about 10 seconds. I thought about my family and friends, and after a few personal thoughts I bid farewell to the world. I was sure I was going to die.
I woke up in bed directly from the dream, and had to do a couple reality checks just to see if I was, in fact, alive. I was relieved. It felt so real. Feel free to comment.