I Was Shot

Date: 8/18/2016

In this dream, I lived in an apartment on the third story of a building. I lived in a large city which I've never seen before, yet felt incredibly familiar in the dream--like I had lived there for years. Right next door to my apartment building was a movie theater with a neon sign. There was a hospital across the street. In this dream, I was an agent of some kind--probably an FBI agent. I was in my apartment with someone else (Im not sure who) when someone with a pistol barged in and shot at us. I was able to shoot him dead, but not before he killed the person with me and shot me. I was shot in the lower right abdomen, above my hip. A distinctly vivid image is still burned into my mind; Looking down at the growing blood stain in my shirt and pressing my hand against the wound. It fucking hurt, it felt like an intense burning flare of pain. Despite the pain, I stumbled down the stairs and to the hospital across the street. The whole time I was thinking "I just survived being shot last week, if this kills me Im going to be pissed". When I got to the hospital, I remember getting angry because the doctors and nurses acted so relaxed and non-urgent about treating my wound. As I waited around for them to get their shit together, I noticed how the bullet felt--I could feel it sitting in my insides, rubbing against my innards every time I moved. The effects of blood loss were really getting to me now; I was becoming more and more dizzy and "distant" and now my body had suddenly begun to violently shake. I started to panic and the nurses simply chided that panicking would just make it worse. Everything got blurry, I can faintly remember being rushed to another room and the feeling of medical tools digging inside me before I woke up.