T/W: Close Calls

Date: 12/18/2018

In my dream, my husband and I were in a modern looking building that resembled a main lobby from the college we went to. Two unidentified gentleman came in the area (not from the doors, they must have already been in the building) and announced that they were going to rape me. Obviously, my husband and I tried to fight them off using whatever we could find around us. It would look like we won the battle after whacking one of then in the head and I would say, "I don't trust them. They're faking it." They were faking it every time. At one point we got them into a compromised situation and they "offered" not to rape me if we would let them live. We agreed, but one of the gentlemen then pulled a gun. After a handful of mishaps and trade offs of what team had the gun, one of the men from the opposing team shot my husband in the stomach and me in the shoulder. I screamed and cried and begged them not to kill me. "Please, I have a daughter. I can't leave my baby an orphan." They remained focused on raping and (now) killing me so I kept trying to fight them off, now aware that the longer it took, the less likely it would be that I would find my husband alive even if I won. I found a metal pipe somewhere and I hit one of the guys so hard in the head he died or passed out instantly. I don't remember what happened to the other guy, but the dream ended with my rushing out to my husband whom, to my surprise, was still alive. I started CPR and he fought me off at first, but I just kept going. I don't know whether he lived or died. The end.