Hooligans

Dream 4/14/2018

Four boys from my sister's high school class are going to stay the night at our house. We pack into the car. Over the radio, a voice thanks us for taking the Columbine memorial entrance to the school. I ask a boy named Michael if he saw the memorial. He did. I ask him if it was dark or if the lights were on. It was dark. My mom and I tell him that we wouldn't be able to see the memorial because of the darkness and the subject matter.

Michael and I walk fifty yards to an open gate. We need to shut it. A few girls are walking out of the gate. We tell them that this gate needs to remain closed. One girl gets an attitude and becomes hostile toward me. I call her a bitch. She drops the bags she is holding and raises her fists for a fight. We dance. I beat her down.

My sister, Morgan, is missing. We believe she entered a nearby barn. A few of us boys walk into the barn. I see several girls in the back corner. I walk up a flight of metal stairs to a catwalk. When standing above, I witness the horror. Three girls are torturing and mutilating my sister. I jump down from the catwalk and fight the girls off. Morgan hasn't sustained any serious injury, but we take her to the hospital anyway. The group takes a boy to the hospital as well. This boy was popping his jaw to impress his friends until it got stuck, and he accidentally bit off his tongue.

In the hospital, my sister has transformed into a baby. A nurse walks into the room to give my sister a shot with an odd, square device. I am suspicious of this nurse. I think she is one of the girls who was torturing my sister. I grab my baby sister and run. We leave the hospital. I look around as I climb into my Jeep. The nurse finds me. She is holding the square needle device. She has evil intentions. She tries to stab Morgan with it. I stop her. I start punching her, and I don't stop. I beat her with the device until her eyes fall out.

My pet lion walks into my bedroom. My feline cat Tandy annoys the lion. The lion roars and growls. I get nervous for Tandy. He knows not what he does. I stand up and calm the lion. Dream ends.

I wake up

Natural Born Killer

Nightmare 9/22/2017

Somebody I used to know, a boy named Kirk, has told me of his evil intentions. He is going to come to school with a shotgun and party hardy. He wants a massacre.

The day comes.

My class is standing by the entrance of the school when Kirk pulls out his weapon. He starts shooting. Students run in every direction. I run outside. In the parking lot, there are several other students with guns shooting the running ones. I find out later that all of the guns are fake including Kirk's.

The day comes. For real.

Students from my class are standing in the senior hallway when Kirk pulls out his shotgun. He starts shooting. It's hard to explain the dread that comes with the thought that you are about to die. I slip by Kirk and run outside. He doesn't notice. I run across the street and the student parking lot to a field where I have a couple of tents set up. I hide until the madness is done. I can still hear the gunshots. Dream ends.

I wake up

Massacre

Nightmare 6/25/2017

One day while at school, three boys in trench coats bust into the school and start shooting the students. Two of the gunmen are Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold of Columbine. The third shooter, however, I do not recognize.

I run down the hallway and find an empty office in which to hide. I lock the door. I climb inside a large cabinet. The cabinet is a secret cabinet that can rotate on the inside (like in Young Frankenstein). I hear the gunmen enter the office. I rotate the inside of the cabinet so that I am hidden behind it. The gunmen open the doors to the cabinet. At first I hear Dylan say, "Nothing here," but then they rotate the cabinet and I am seen. I quickly pull a shotgun and unload a few slugs their way. I don't even hit them but the shooting was a good distraction for me to make my escape.

I eventually make it outside. Rows of police cars are parked in the lot. The policemen are standing by their cars with their guns aimed at the school. At first I hide behind some of the cars then I find my Jeep and drive away. I can't take an easy breath until I am out of range from the school. I look back in my mirror and hope to God that they don't shoot me from the upstairs windows as I'm driving away. Nightmare ends.

I wake up.

Prom Nightmare

Nightmare 2/25/2017

     A large gathering of students is taking place at the local high school. I believe it's prom although nobody is dressed up. A group of guys from my class (some of which are friends) pull guns from their coats and start firing at the students. I run to a stairwell and hide myself while I call 911. After I get off the phone I make a run for the entrance of the school but for some reason make my way down into the basement instead. I walk through a maze of hallways in the dank, dusty under-structure of the school. Behind me I can hear the shooters, they're all walking down the stairs. I hide in a dark alcove and hope they don't find me.

     They do. But they don't seem to mind me being there. Perhaps it's because I am friends with many of them. Screech Powers, from "Saved By The Bell," is the leader of their group.

     I pull out a guitar and start to play. I listen to their plans. They have rigged bombs in the basement to blow. The whole school will collapse on itself. They're going for the Eric and Dylan bombs in the Columbine cafeteria strategy, however, this time it may work. They plan on dying, all of them. I don't. After playing the guitar for a while, I make up an excuse to leave. I say, "I'll be right back, I need to go get a pick, my thumb is starting to hurt from strumming." They don't seem to mind at first, but as I make my way through the maze of tunnels and hallways of the basement, I suddenly hear them behind me. I run back up the stairs to the entrance of the school.

     The police are here, but before I can tell them what the killers plan to do, the bombs start to blow. I run as fast as my body will allow, as far as I can away from the school. When I look back I see the whole building in a blaze of fire. I don't see anybody outside of the building. I must be the only one who made it.

     I run to a nearby neighbors house to call the police again. He takes me into his cellar where I meet a friend who I haven't seen for years. Eventually, we leave the cellar and go about our business. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Wrath: Reb and Vodka

Dream 12/28/2016

A terrible shooting has taken place at my old high school. I've come to witness the aftermath.

A tram is designed to stop on the second story of the front side of the building. Kids take the tram to and from school. The worst of the massacre occurred in the tram, where the kids had no warning of the shooters intentions. Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold kill several on the tram and then aim their sights on the school itself. They walk down the hallways, shooting anyone and everyone. Their guns don't discriminate.

Later on, at my house, some girls and guys barge in and tell me that we're going to a movie and we're going to play a game. The rules of the game say that we see how much alcohol we can consume before we get to the cinema, also how much we can make out with the person next to us. Dream ends.

I wake up

Natural Selection: Reb and Vodka

A Dream From My Past

I'm back at my old high school. Tonight there is an event out in the parking lot. Hundreds of people are in attendance.

I am friends with Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the Columbine shooters. They escaped that shooting with their identities in tact. Nobody knows they did it. As Eric, Dylan, a bunch of guys and I walk into the school, I tell Eric I liked his white t-shirt and black pants.. He immediately shooshes me. "Nobody knows," he says.

Later on, outside, when hundreds are gathered in one place, Eric and Dylan light a fuse that quickly travels around the parking lot toward the large crowd. BOOM! As soon as the bomb goes off, Eric and Dylan start shooting. I run inside the school and head toward the opposite side exit doors. I run out of the building and see a police car. I stop him and jump in. I tell him what's going on, who is involved. I tell him that 81 people were killed. He drives off, away from the scene of the crime. Dream ends.

I wake up