I am running with a group of people into a house. I think I'm in Jersey City since the house slightly resembles my Grandparents. But I notice that we're all being taken captive and locked in a laundry room. And by locked, I mean I just can't open the accordion door. Everyone is crying when a man bursts in with a gun. I begin yelling at him to just let us go and I find myself standing in front of the group. After plenty of arguing, several gunshots, and finally killing the man holding us hostage in the laundry room, we escape. We're running through the house, towards the front door. The closer I get to the front door, the sicker I become. Something is not right but I can't seem to figure out what.
I'm about the run past the staircase that is located near the front door when I see a man hiding. He is wearing all black and has his gun out and ready for me. As I make eyes contact with him, he pulls the trigger. I hear the gunshot and before I know it, the bullet goes into my throat. I feel the pain of the metal murderer hitting the center of my neck. I drop to my knees and then land face first onto the off white carpet. The pain is unbearable but I can't make a sound. All I'm doing is laying there crying. I hear voices behind me trying to make a plan to move me onto a couch. I assume the people that were behind me shot my killer and want to move me somewhere until paramedics arrive. Panic sets in when I feel this warm liquid streaming down my neck and face. The pain is unbearable and I am convinced that I'm going to die.
Then there is silence. I'm still face down, staining this stranger's carpet with my blood. I realized I can stand but I still feel like I'm in danger. I run outside and find my car. I procure the keys out of my pocket and jump in, never minding the bloody mess that I am dripping everywhere and have destroyed my white tank top with. I drive for what seems like seconds, but I know I got far enough away. I'm at my old job and am trying to get help. I feel like the shooter is still after me. I'm running around begging for help but no one will oblige. No one even notices the blood stains all over my body. I run back out into the parking lot and find my friend Jon. I jump into his car and climb into the backseat. I am telling him the what happened when I see my shooter and learn his true identity. Jon is too busy with his cell phone, though, to care that my own Step Father is trying to shoot me. He finds me in the car and takes me to the back of the building. It appears to be a Holiday Inn sort of establishment but it also has a hospital attached.
We begin to walk through the hotel and he's grabbing my arm and twisting it when no one else is looking. We walk through a row of shower's and I feel my wound open up and the blood starts oozing out once more. We get to the hospital, I'm put in a room, and once I am alone with the nurse, I try to scream. I try to tell her that he's trying to kill me. But all she does is lay me down.
My eyes meet his through the glass and I scream.
I'm back to reality. I wake up and I clamped my hand over my throat. It hurts so bad.
I've to the conclusion that I don't want to get shot in my dreams anymore.
I'm about the run past the staircase that is located near the front door when I see a man hiding. He is wearing all black and has his gun out and ready for me. As I make eyes contact with him, he pulls the trigger. I hear the gunshot and before I know it, the bullet goes into my throat. I feel the pain of the metal murderer hitting the center of my neck. I drop to my knees and then land face first onto the off white carpet. The pain is unbearable but I can't make a sound. All I'm doing is laying there crying. I hear voices behind me trying to make a plan to move me onto a couch. I assume the people that were behind me shot my killer and want to move me somewhere until paramedics arrive. Panic sets in when I feel this warm liquid streaming down my neck and face. The pain is unbearable and I am convinced that I'm going to die.
Then there is silence. I'm still face down, staining this stranger's carpet with my blood. I realized I can stand but I still feel like I'm in danger. I run outside and find my car. I procure the keys out of my pocket and jump in, never minding the bloody mess that I am dripping everywhere and have destroyed my white tank top with. I drive for what seems like seconds, but I know I got far enough away. I'm at my old job and am trying to get help. I feel like the shooter is still after me. I'm running around begging for help but no one will oblige. No one even notices the blood stains all over my body. I run back out into the parking lot and find my friend Jon. I jump into his car and climb into the backseat. I am telling him the what happened when I see my shooter and learn his true identity. Jon is too busy with his cell phone, though, to care that my own Step Father is trying to shoot me. He finds me in the car and takes me to the back of the building. It appears to be a Holiday Inn sort of establishment but it also has a hospital attached.
We begin to walk through the hotel and he's grabbing my arm and twisting it when no one else is looking. We walk through a row of shower's and I feel my wound open up and the blood starts oozing out once more. We get to the hospital, I'm put in a room, and once I am alone with the nurse, I try to scream. I try to tell her that he's trying to kill me. But all she does is lay me down.
My eyes meet his through the glass and I scream.
I'm back to reality. I wake up and I clamped my hand over my throat. It hurts so bad.
I've to the conclusion that I don't want to get shot in my dreams anymore.
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