In Which I Dream Of Being Shot
Last Night I had what for me was an odd dream. I am rarely frightened in my dreams, even though some of the stuff I dream about would be considered frightening by many. I consider my dreams as adventures, but my dream last night had me frightened for a short time..
I was with a small group of people, I think I knew them, but at this point I cannot say who they were. There was also a man that we perceived as a ghost (on awakening and thinking about the dream, I realized it was possible he had come back in time and was on a different plane than we were which made us perceive him as a ghost). He was trying to warn us of something bad that was about to happen, and I got the distinct impression that he had lived through it and was attempting to warn us so that the event might be avoided. Suddenly, people came, and we took off running out of the building we were in, (it was dark and raining out) and we scattered and ran between all these cars that were sitting there, many cars. However, we did not get away and were gathered back up and put in this room. We all knew we were just waiting for them to come and kill us.
As I waited, I became fixated on the act of dying, or the process. I began to feel an almost panicky fear. Then I realized that I was not alone, GOD was with me. I said something to myself, (I can't remember just what i said, but it had to do with the fact that GOD was with me and I need not be afraid, and it would soon be over). I took a deep breath and grew calm, and accepted what was about to happen. Then a man came to the door of the room. I knew he was looking for me, and that for some reason, they felt my "crime" whatever it had been, was only by association with these people I was with, So they had determined to make my death as easy as possible. The man held up some kind of hose end to my nose out of which a gas was leaking. I began to go to sleep, but not before I saw him put the barrel of the gun to my chest and pull the trigger.
Time slowed down, and I actually saw the bullet travel down the barrel of the gun and enter my chest. But I felt no pain nor the impact of the bullet. He then sent a second bullet into me. I must have fallen because at this point, I rolled onto my side and was very focused on my breathing. I was counting the breathes waiting for that last gasp and wondering if I would panic when I could not breathe anymore. The man had started to turn away when he saw me roll onto my side. At that he turned back and sent another bullet into me for good measure.
The next thing I know I am being carried on a stretcher into a hospital emergency room. I remember thinking, "I am not dead...I'm still alive". I marveled at that, then I realized that I knew I wasn't going to die, and I wondered at myself for being amazed at being alive. There was no surgery to remove the bullets, yet I remember wondering what I was doing in the hospital as I seemed fine. I was able to get up and move around and felt no pain. I wanted something to do. I marveled at that to.
Then I began to wake up...and I had a frantic, or urgent thought..."Noooo...don't wake up, you will forget what happened!" But I could not resist the inexorable pull towards waking up.
As soon as I was able to I began desperately to remember the dream, pulling at bits and pieces of the memories of it, until finally, I remembered it all. I realized I would forget it as soon as I fell back to sleep, and so I got up and wrote it down.
I feel like there is a message in this dream, though I do not yet know what it is...but why else would it be so important to remember it?