Nightmare Returns

I have so many dreams about shootings.

Ever since the Batman incident, it's a huge fear of mine!

You would think I was there.

Last night I had at least 3 dreams of being in an area where there was a shooter.

The last one is where I woke myself up because I couldn't breathe and was trying to scream help him!



I was in front of my dad's house and I see a shadow through a door and the shadow has a gun.

I try to hold the door shut so that they can't get out of the house.

They rip the door open and it is my younger brother.

There are many other people out in the circle and my brother starts shooting.

I cover his eyes to try to avoid him from getting anyone.

He breaks lose and turns to shoot someone behind him.

I grab a gun (don't know where it came from) and shoot the back of his right calf to stop him.

He goes down and I start to scream "call 911"

When the ambulance gets there I get in with him and am holding a towl on his leg.

I'm crying terribly.

I start to look at him and think "this isn't like you, you would never do this"

I pull off his baseball hat and blood just starts gushing out of his scalp.

I start screaming "He's got a brain trama! Help! Help! Help!"

This is where I woke.

I know everyone has crazy dreams but these sometimes seem too much to bare.

Remembering

It's been 11 years.

 

Dreams are silly things.

A few days ago, 09/09/12 I had a really odd dream.

I was in an airplane and heard that there were terrorist attacks happening with the planes.

I looked out my window and saw the new york skyline as we flew over the ocean.

In just the blink of an eye, I saw two planes headed in the same direction.

One T-boned the other and there was a huge fire and smoke instantly and they went down.

We were gliding over a body of water so to try to save myself I jumped out of the plane.

I was immediately engulfed by huge waves surrounded by the other people that were just involved in the plane crash.

There was tons of debrie and smoke, waves and people.

I started swimming towards the shore, trying so hard to keep my head above the waves.

I felt something grab my leg and looked back to find a lady, probably late 40's, splashing in a panic manner and screaming she can't swim.

I wanted to help but she was pulling me under.

I tried kicking to stay above water but it wasn't working.

Shortening breaths.

Swallowing large amounts of water.

I was about to die.

This was the end.

Jordan starts shaking me. "Babe, are you okay? Are you having a bad dream?"
I awake and see him.

I ask "What was I doing?"

"You sounded like you couldn't breath"