Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/6/2019
By KXS1D1
I was sitting in a full classroom and I had a gun with me covered up under my arms. In my mind, I knew what I was doing and it seemed like I was worried about someone seeing it. There was a person walking around the desks and checking everyone to see if they had anything on them. When they were getting closer to me, I pulled the gun under my chin and shot myself. I did it without hesitation, like I had already killed myself before or had a feeling that I wasn't really going to die. I remember how it felt, it felt like I actually flicked myself and I heard a small pop. Right as I pulled the gun out, I remember holding my eyes on a set of desks near a window. Then I pulled the trigger. It was pitch black for maybe a minute, but I could still recognize my thoughts. I remember something along the lines of "so I was right." Something about being correct. I then got sent to the same setting, but I was in the desk I focused on right before shooting myself, next to someone I was close with. I was flipping through a folder. It held a bunch of school work that showed my first name but with a different last name. It showed my friend's first name with the same last name as well. I don't remember how, but we established being sisters. I realize now that I was right. I knew what I had been looking for then. I wanted to find a life that was better than the one I was living before. My friend and I both agreed we should stay here. I saw this dream in sections... I don't remember anything between the time we were inside and when we were outside. We were outside now. My friend then got a text from her mother talking about a divorce (if I remember correctly) and she said something about how her mother wanted to divorce her father. It gets confusing, but my mother wanted to marry my friend's father and it seems that my friend and I already changed our last names. An image flashed into my mind at the moment when we were getting our bags in a place I couldn't recognize. It was this specific picture of my mother probably over 15 years ago, when she was skinny and took better care of herself. I remember another thought I had, something similar to "so this is how it's different when one thing changes." Then I woke up with a migraine. I never get migraines, especially ones that last all day. I believe in multiple dimensions as well.