I generally don't dream.When I do I only remember bits and pieces. Here's one I recently had.
(Entering Dream Sequence ZZZzzz...)
The setting was that of a run down neighborhood. It was well into the evening hours and the sun had set some time ago. In front of one of the shabby looking houses a car pulls up. I am an adolescent kid in the passenger seat. For some reason I know in the dream that this is not me but I'm in the body of someone else. I'm experiencing what he is feeling, controlling his movements, and hearing his thoughts. I don't know who's driving but I do know that the place we are arriving at is going to be home.
As the car pulled up to the curb a stop a gun shot slices through the quiet dark neighborhood. The bullet strikes me in the head just above the right eye and comes out the back of my head. (Keep in mind that this is a dream.)
I don't remember feeling anything but the fear of just being shot. I could feel with my finger where the bullet went in and where it had exited.
After this I remember running. The car and the house were long behind me. I was hopping fences and cutting through backyards. I think I was looking for help or maybe a hospital but I can't be sure now. At this point in the dream I remember feeling as if the worst thing in world had happened. I felt as though I had given it all. The feeling in my stomach told me that I was going to die but that I had to fight to stay alive. I had to give more than I ever thought I could.
Then my wife's alarm clock went off.
