Purple storms and shoot outs

Date: 12/24/2018

Last night there were a bunch of dreams together that were pretty wild. Maybe it’s the Prozac or the Melatonin, or perhaps I’m still in the process of healing the stress of the last few months. I remember snippets. It is winter. It is snowy and cold and there is this half circle windstorm in hues of purples hugging the landscape. As it shifts in, people just blow away. The first time I blow away and die but the second, I manage to get where I am going. Then I am in a high school and there is a shooter. My friend and I camp in the classroom. We Are going to take the shooter out. But she is unarmed and I only have a crossbow. He has a fully loaded gun. As he approaches the classroom different strategies play before my eyes. He comes in and I jump at him and knock him over, trying to take him out with his gun, but it’s not actually loaded after all. He takes my crossbow and is going to shoot me, but I ask if he can have sex with me instead. He obliges.