Bus shootings

Date: 11/20/2016

I had a dream that we were all riding these buses across the country. There were huge bridges 50 miles above these huge lakes (one of my fears). People were talking about how the buses have recently been targeted by shooters. I told myself I would never do that. I saw on the T.V. that were survivor shooters that tried to kill themselves, but were now in court. We arrive at this huge football stadium and it was a lot of fun. On the bus ride home I was thinking about how I only had 16 bullets and there was 22 kids. I said screw it and got up, pulled out 2 pistols, and killed 14 kids on the bus. For some reason the bus drivers pick up speed after the shootings and you have to jump off. I remember jumping and my body ragdolling and ripping apart. While I was rolling I put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. As I lay there I realized I was still alive. I crawled over and shot myself in the head for a second time. I was still conscious. I had flashes where I saw my deformed face on the news, being sentenced to life in prison. I saw all the grieving parents. The news said they had no idea where they would bury all the children, and then I woke up.