Big City Shooting

Date: 12/20/2019

So everything started as I was sent to live with my paternal grandmother, Grandpa Rose in a fictional town called Big City. Though her house and name were real in the dream, the town was not. I had been sent there to go to an alternative school with a summer program because apparently I was doing bad in regular school, although I’ve never done bad in school behaviorally or academically. The days leading up to it were nice bc I was just at Granny rose house and I love her house. I primarily with Esha and her baby Lotus. But then I went to the school and it was absolutely horrible the kids were so bad. The class I was placed in already was familiar w each other and already starting doing pranks to the unaware teacher and bullying certain students. There were mostly black and POc kids and a few white. I wasn’t being bullied but i felt like that would change once the children found out I was gay. Anyway as time went on the children started bullying this white boy and he wasn’t retaliating much although he didn’t look weak. Then even the teacher started reprimanding him for things although he was already being antagonized. He began to get flustered and in my head I thought, “wow this is like those memes on twitter when the class roasts the white kid and he pulls out a gun” but I relaxed myself bc I knew the likelihood of such a thing occurring was low. But nope. This nigga really pulled out a gun and told let one out in the air. We all immediately hit the floor. At this point I’m in disbelief it took a while to process what had occurred and even my drop to the floor time was a bit delayed. So now he’s giving a lil speech and basically saying that he’s going to kill some of us. I’m still in shock. But then he literally shoots one of the kids who was making fun of him. And I’m like shook. Then he kills another person who didn’t even say anything but “just because he felt like it” and then he does it to 2 more people. So now he’s probing the room and in my mind I’m like okay I’m gonna die anyway bc his attacks are personal so I may as well try to charge him and startle him and then run out the door to get help. And that’s what I do, as soon as he scanned the room for another victim I ran up on him moving erratically and threw him off tho he almost got me. Then I run outside to a neighboring class. The door is ofc locked bc they prob heard the shots. I’m still SOMEHOW dodging bullets and as I’m banging on the door he gets closer to me to give me an execution style shot but luckily he ran out of bullets and the neighboring class let’s me in. Once in I start BALLING MY EYES OUT. The adrenaline had wore out. There’s a woman in there who looked identical to Maxine Waters and she’s visibly scared. As I’m balling out to her I’m calling her Grandma Rose probably as a defensive mechanism to cope with what just occurred. I kept speaking to her as if she was my grandmother. As I calmed down I realized that the police had already been called and they apprehended the shooter. But I was really having a breakdown and anxiety attack in my dream. It felt so real. I can’t remember the rest bc I forgot as I was typing but I just remember the intensity of the emotions I felt. I honestly can’t even fathom the amount of anxiety and ptsd real survivors of public mass shootings experience. That dream was horrifying.