Four Dead In Indiana

Dream 9.22.2018

          I stand by my car as four strangers walk by. They ask for jumper cables. They open my car door without permission. One man walks up to my house, opens the door, and walks inside. I'm uncomfortable. A confrontation takes place. The boys become angry and push me around. We take it out to the street. My buddy, Bugs, is next door working in his yard. He pulls out a rifle, and one by one shoots each man dead. Four bodies lie in the yard and street. At first, I am satisfied, but then I am scared.

          I burn the bodies and stuff the bones inside grocery bags. I carry them with me looking for a place to hide. I meet with some friends. I don't tell them what I'm transporting. They take the bag thinking it is something else and the bones spill out. They are disgusted. I try to think of a cover story, but nothing comes to mind. Dream ends.

I wake up

Extermination

Nightmare 4.5.2018

I am shopping at a grocery store. While browsing the frozen foods aisle, I hear scurrying behind me and a strange moaning sound. I look and see two men with masks. One man wears a dirty, hockey goalie mask, like Jason Voorhees. I overhear several shoppers make suspicious comments that today there is supposed to be a shooting at this grocery store. I don't know if this information is true or false, but I hurry up and grab the last few items that I need. Several times I leave my cart and start walking to the exit but then change my mind and return to my shopping. I finish up and walk to the check-outs. At first, it looks as if no check-out is open. All the lights are off. Then, a woman in the dark says that her lane is open. It is so dark, I can't see my groceries or the lady checking me out.

Two guys from my high school class, (we'll call them) Bob and Jay, are planning on shooting up the local grocery store. I help them. We stand by the junk food. Bob tells me just to open whatever I want and eat it. He points to a box of snack cakes with colorful sprinkles. I start knocking packages off the shelf. We pull handguns from our clothes and carefully jog through the supermarket. When we see a person, we kill them. I find it hard to aim the pistol, but I still murder a few unsuspecting shoppers. Someone alerts the police. They show up through a side door. When I see them, I shoot at them, and they shoot at me. The thought that I could die crosses my mind. A load of shopping carts separates us. I raise up and shoot, but I miss. I sneak around the carts so they can't see me. I pop up near them. I mow down one and then the other. I pick up one of the officer's shotguns and run around the store murdering innocent people.

There are two female officers on one island I am on the next. I hear them talking. The shelves near me hold thousands of bottles of wine and other alcoholic beverages. I start taking the bottles and throwing them at the officers. I slowly walk forward as I throw, hoping that I'm getting closer to their position, as I can only hear them. At the end of the aisle, I pop out. The two officers are standing with their shopping carts about fifteen feet apart. I shoot one and then the other.

There is a hallway at the side of the store. There are no lights, but I can see that there are a few rooms and a ladder leading up. I climb the ladder to see where it leads. It leads to nowhere. Later that night, Bob and Jay will throw a grenade up the ladder and create a hole. They will then climb into the hole, which is giving off toxic gas. They will wait there until they die. I will hide down in the room below them. The toxicity of the gas will not harm me.

My mom and I are shopping at a grocery store at around 1 AM. I tell her about a dream I had where a mass shooting took place at the supermarket at 1:30 AM. She pulls out her cell phone and calls the police. I become stressed with her, telling her that it was only a dream. She calls the police anyway. They arrive and arrest the alleged shooter. Dream ends.

I wake up

Water Water Everywhere

Dream 2.23.2018

My youth group is traveling to the city. When we get there, we head for our intended spot. It has been raining, and flooding is possible. Before we get to where we are going, a member of our group foresees massive flooding come our way. We start running in the other direction, back from where we came. Nobody around us knows what is about to happen. Giant waves begin to crash all around us. Water starts pouring in from above. We run as fast as we can. I have the same feeling in the pit of my stomach as when I saw the twin towers fall.

We narrowly escape the flood and make it back to our suburban home. Somehow, we know that we are some of the only people who made it out alive. We enter the garage and see that the bottom half of the garage door is missing. Someone, or something, has broken into our house. I search the house and find a band of raccoons scavenging throughout the place. We shoo them out. Matthew McConaughey is here with us. All of us stand in the garage looking out the large, glass door toward the neighborhood. We see the silhouette of a man walking toward us. He is going to break in. I tell my dad to watch the side door. I ask if I should go watch over the opposite side of the house. The man tries to enter the house, but we stop him.

We are near where the flood tried to do us in. We stand under an overpass. We are about to be bombarded by evildoers. Many weapons lay on the ground. I grab a revolver. I pick up to types of ammo and ask the man next to me, which would be best. I load the gun with the bullets that he suggests. Then they come. The rats of society. The scum of the earth. A wall of people who mean to hurt us walk our direction. I try my best to shoot, but my revolver isn't good at long range. I wait until another member of my group mows someone down and then I walk over to the body and plant a bullet in their head to make sure they are dead. I run up a nearby concrete flood control channel and shoot a man at the top. The rest of my group reaches the top as well and makes a run for it. Dream ends.

I wake up

Bang! Bang!

Nightmare 1.17.2018

I go to my dialysis treatment, like I do every other day, like I have for the past four years. During this treatment, I am given a lunch break, which I spend sitting in my Jeep. Out of the woods behind the clinic, comes a man and a woman. The woman walks several steps behind the man. The man walks in a suspicious manner. Like he's been taking speed. The way in which he walks and the look of his face reminds me of someone I worked with several years ago. A man who unsettled me. A man whose cogs weren't all spinning at the same tempo. A man who openly told me that he beat his wife and laughed about it. No remorse appearing on his drugged face.

I watch the couple in the darkened parking lot walk past my Jeep and toward the McDonald's and gas station. Not long after that, I return to treatment. I can't help but acknowledge a creeping thought in my mind that I will see the man from the parking lot again. But this time in a more troubling fashion.

My seat in the clinic is facing a window to the outside. The window looks out to an apartment complex. The apartment building is very close to the clinic, only fifteen feet or so. Something dramatic is happening in one of the apartments. A small crowd gathers at the front door. Someone is having a medical emergency. I expect to see an ambulance at any time. My nurse has told me that I will have a short treatment today due to the holiday. I won't put up a fuss over that.

I see the man from the parking lot. He walks in front of a window in the clinic, puts a gun to his chin, aimed up and pulls the trigger. Everyone in the clinic witnesses his death. A new girl at the clinic walks near me and I tell her to take me off of the machine, to end my treatment. She tells me that she won't do that because I just started. This pisses me off because I know that I've been running for at least two hours and the nurse told me it would be a short treatment. I continue arguing with the new girl elevating my discourse to cussing. She refuses.

A police officer walks next to my chair, raises a shotgun at the patient behind me and shoots. I know I am next. Somehow, I manage to unhook myself from the machine and get free. I don't think I am shot. Dream ends.

I wake up

Restaurant Slaughter

Dream 1.2.2018

My school has changed. Liberty has changed. They, being the ones who hold the scepter in their hand, have demolished the old and rebuilt it into a shiny, new campus. I walk through the same space of where my high school locker used to be. Same space. Different view. Different everything. I complain to those with me. They probably just took down the brick of the old Washington building and chucked them carelessly into the dumpster out back. I'm angry.

Across the street from the school, where the Madewell's ice cream parlor used to stand is now an oriental restaurant. I meet a few friends there for lunch or dinner. One friend is a girl named Samantha. We sit at a table with a white cloth. The restaurant is empty but quickly fills up. Eventually, we move to another table because several more friends have shown up unexpectedly. Two of the new arrivals are brothers. I say to the one whose name is Russel, "Rusty! Hey! What's up, man!" If my memory serves me right, he never responded. (Fourth Wall Break: This is a common occurrence in dreams, people not responding when spoken to. I have yet to figure out why this is).

A man walks into the restaurant and I know that he is meaning to hurt the diners. I see him pulling something from his jacket. Before his plan unfolds, I run toward him, grab him, throw him to the floor and yell for someone to give me a pair of handcuffs. After I cuff him, I leave the restaurant to look for a police officer. With no luck in finding a cop, I return to the restaurant to find everyone in the building dead. I have no idea what happened while I was gone. I theorize that a second gunman came inside and did his dirty work. Dream ends.

I wake up

Evil Woman

Nightmare 11/16/2017

I'm at my church. The Sunday service is just ending. I walk into the dimly lit sanctuary and a woman, whom I don't know, hands me her daughter. The daughter is about two years old. She is in a cute, white dress. The mother tells me that the daughter likes to get prayer at the end of the service. Somehow, I know that the daughter has cancer. I wait in the sanctuary as most of the congregation leaves. A person with the microphone then asks for anyone wanting prayer to remain standing. I try to stand but the girl is too heavy, so I sit. They don't know she needs prayer.

Several people gather in a section of chairs in the sanctuary. I believe this is a Bible study of some kind. I stay seated in this area. As the group sings worship songs, two women enter the room. As they seemingly try to find their seats, one of the women takes off her shirt. I notice this out of the corner of my eye. She then puts her shirt back on and starts to leave. One of the pastors follows her to the door and chews her out in front of everybody. "You've been doing this stuff since you were a child," he says. She leaves, furious. I have a sneaking suspicion that this woman will be back with a gun. And then Blast Off!!!

My mom and I leave the church and go to Wendy's. We stand in the drive-thru line. Nobody has cars. One girl is taking a long time to order. She then runs back to her car. She picks up a few dollars lying on the ground. They must've fallen from her purse. I am afraid that the shirtless woman is going to come shoot up the Wendy's. I convince my mom to leave before we order.

Back at the church, we sit among other individuals in a small Bible study. The study is held in a small room at the back of the church. We are the only people in the church at this time. During the study, we hear something way down the hall. The room goes quiet. One gentleman stands up and walks to the hall. He looks down both ways but sees nothing. All of a sudden, we hear gunshots. They seem to be coming from the same building. I start to run into the hallway to escape but then my mom tells me to escape out of another door. The door leads to the outside. We run into the parking lot as people behind us are shot. We make it to the truck. My mom stops for a moment as she sees a scratch or dent in the bumper. I yell at her to get in the truck. We leave. As we go, we lower our heads, for bullets are hitting near where we are. I think the shirtless woman is the shooter. Nightmare ends.

I wake up

Non Compos Mentis

Dream 10/21/2017

My family and me are in Europe. I am in need of a kidney transplant. They match me with a younger boy. I have the transplant. I find out, not only did they give me one of the boy's kidneys, but they took half of my brain and transplanted it into the boy's head. We are now the same person in two different bodies.

I walk up to the kid, who is sitting on a bench with two other boys. "Me and you are the same person, you know," I say to him. He acknowledges the bizarre fact. "We should go to Guinness World Records or something, I'm sure this has never happened before," I say.

We walk down a European alleyway at night. A few bad men jump us and start shooting. A couple of passerby's die but my family is okay.

We return home to America. The young kid is now my half sister's son. I'm guessing she adopted him. He is recovering from the shooting. He has a broken jaw.

The effect that the brain transplant has had on the boy is scary. He starts acting like a comic book villain. His face is distorted. He chases me around roof tops throwing spears my direction. The spears have fire on them. We run around buildings. Down Hallways. Through city streets. He continuously tries to kill me. 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.

Dialysis Massacre

Nightmare 4/1/2017

I'm inside a dialysis center. My treatment is going when my nurse practitioner asks the other nurses and techs if the police are dealing with the situation outside. He talks about it like he is trying to hide something from us. As time goes by, we come to realize that there are several men outside with guns shooting at people. The police have arrived and are trying to defuse the situation.

At one point, we are told to get down on the floor and not to move. I am lying in between two other men, one is Chinese. At one point, I lift my head up and look over at the window. I see one of the gunmen with his face up against the outside of the window looking in. I immediately freeze in fear. I try to stay down and not move a muscle. BOOM!!! He shoots inside the room. I hear the gun go off several times. He is shooting at the dialysis patients. BOOM!!! the man beside me gets shot. I am waiting for the bullet to hit me. BOOM!!! A bullet hits me in the lower left side of my back.

After several minutes of terror, the police finally take down the gunmen. When I walk outside I tell someone that I've been shot. I can feel it when I rub my fingers across my back. It feels like a bump but I can actually feel the bullet inside of me. The person asks me why I haven't told anyone until now that I was shot. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Tanks

Dream 3/28/2017

     We live in a desert. We travel through the desert to a trailer where a couple of girls have a business. To make money they entertain guests with skits and fun stuff. After a couple hours, we decide to leave and return home.

     On our way home, we encounter a fleet of tanks owned by McDonald's. I run and hide in a nearby cave. I can see the tanks patrolling outside. One tank rolls over to the cave and sticks the barrel of his main gun inside the entrance of the cave and shoots, BOOM! The shot misses me. I am unharmed. He shoots again, BOOM! Once again, the shot misses me. He backs out of the cave and moves on. Another tank comes along, sticks the barrel of his main gun inside the entrance of the cave and shoots, BOOM! This time I am hit, but my injury isn't life threatening. I make a run for it.

     My house is on top of a mountain. If I can just make it home I will be fine. All of the patrolling tanks see me. At one point hope seems lost, then I start to fly. I fly up to a random house and hide for a moment on the roof where the tanks cannot see me. Then I take off again and fly up to my house.

     When I enter my home, I notice a group of people are lying down in the hallway. Some seem dead, others are moving slightly. When I walk over to the moving ones, the button "X" pops up on the screen. It's a quick time event. I push "X" and the person stands up and leaves the house. I do this until there is nobody left. I walk into the living room and see the girls from the trailer are sleeping on the couch. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Terror Simulator

Dream 3/23/2017

     I am a part of a simulated event where half of the people are given guns and the other half are shot. I am on the side who gets shot. The event starts. I stand in one spot because I know there is no use in running. A young woman walks up to me and shoots the person I am standing next to then turns the gun to me. BOOM!!! I fall to the ground.

     I start to re-evaluate my life. I pray to God that He will forgive me for the life that I've led. As I lye on the ground, I feel a cold wash over my body. A blackness starts to take over my vision and my hearing starts to go.

     The event ends. The side with the guns announces that they shot us with red food coloring. All of the dead people stand up. I stand up as well. After inspecting myself I realize that I am fine. After a couple hours we start round two. Once again, I am on the side that dies. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Cowboy Men

Dream 3/10/2017

     I am visiting a mall today. I enter at the far end of the mall where barely any stores are found. It is very quiet where I am. I have my open carry gun on my hip. I cannot however carry a gun on both hips because that is illegal and if I do, the security will shoot at me.

     A shooting occurs, but not with me. A few bad men are having a shootout with the malls security. The security shoot and kill the bad men. I watch the whole thing. When no one is looking, I walk over and steal the dead men's guns. I tell my friend who is with me, "it's always a good idea to be near a shooting when it happens because you can always get free gear." I put a gun on each hip. The security in the mall sees me and starts shooting. My friend and I run outside.

     When we get outside, we have a shooting competition with a few firefighters. The firefighters are about a mile away at their station, but we can see them from where we are. Each side has to shoot toward the other and see what they can hit. The person who hits the coolest thing wins. Dream 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.

Escape

Dream 2/21/2017

     I'm running through an uptown high rise trying to escape the men chasing me. I make it to the roof. The bad guys are right on my heals. If I don't hide quick, they will see me so I slowly start to shimmy down the side of the building. The bad guys catch up and one of them points me out. They start shooting. The next floor down has a strange walkway on the side of the building. I make it to the walkway where they can't see me. I hear one of them say to the other, "I think he fell.".

I run.

     The walkway wraps around the building so I run all the way to the other side. I climb back up onto the roof from the other side. One of the goons sees me and pulls his gun. I pull a revolver and shoot faster. He falls to the ground. Dead. The men on the other side must've heard the shot so in a panic I find my way to the escape.

     I meet up with my group of people. We try to make it out of the building together. I see one of my friends halfway down a hallway. Behind her appears a girl who is bad. I aim my gun the best I can and shoot. My friend falls to the ground. I shot her in the stomach. The bad girl gets away. 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