After crying my eyes out for about 4 hours this morning, I was exhausted and fell asleep. I had a very disturbing dream.

I dreamt about being at my brother’s funeral (he is very much alive), which then turned to my sister’s funeral (she died several years ago). Her funeral was very detailed and much better than her real funeral. There were yearbooks and other things about her life there. Then the dream turned to a confrontation with an employee there about a disgusting and filthy public restroom that was drenched in urine. The employee disparaged my deceased siblings. I reported the situation to a supervisor who consequently fired the employee, which led to another confrontation. Next thing I remember was me running home to be with my baby (I’ve had miscarriages, but never given birth). I was being chased by an angry child.

He followed me to the house where my baby was. We argued and I wrestled the child to the ground trying to calm him down while standing over him. He pulled out a gun and shot me in the chest. Being shot didn’t hurt, I was just shocked. My breast bone protruded in a huge knot but the bone was not exposed. Red blood gushed out, staining my white shirt. Everything else in the dream was black and white until I was shot.  I seen my baby being withheld from me and I never got to hold it. I looked at my mother and said, “He shot me in the heart. I’m going to die.” I was trying to stop the bleeding by holding a closed right fist on the hole then covering my right hand with my left. My mother called the ambulance but I either died or passed out while the emt was working on me. Then I woke up.  When I awakened I was holding my chest as I was in the dream.

 

 

 

 

 

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