Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/22/2018
By Jadders
Me and my brother, were watching a football match of horses that were all brown and black. It was a very majestic thing to watch, they had such power. Towards the end of the match one white horse appears. This white horse start to walk towards me and a bunch of people start having ago and me and my brother for being there. They go into a building with most of the front missing, all go into different rooms. Scott and I mount the white horse, and I was given a bow and some arrows, So I start shooting all the people who were arguing and shouts at us, picking them off one by one. The last one stands. When I try and shoot her, she will see me with the bow and know it's me. So I draw and shoot really fast. And miss. I try again, only to slightly miss. On the second try I had thrown the bow on the ground as if it wasn't me. I got off the horse to stretch my legs. Next thing I know the woman I was just try to shoot is charging at me with a razor knife. I take off my jumper to use it to defend me. I defend myself for nearly 3mins, doing some crazy defence moves with the jumper. She puts knife away and pulls out a gun with a silencer on the end. She holds it to my chest, slightly to the left, and threatens to shoot me. I say 'you don't have the guts', she replies with 'try me'. I look down and the gun thats been firmly place on me. It looks like she has just pulled the trigger, but didn't feel anything so I thought she just pretended to shoot me. She didn't have the guts. she then tells me that I can sit down if I like. It turns out I had been shot. she stands up, and says 'fuck you' and flicks the bird at me (puts the middle finger up at me) and says, 'i want to watch you die' but she left and Scott left too. No im inside, as if my surronding just changed. I slowly closed my eyes, but then I open them again. To find I have been asleep for 5 hours.. My brother is now cooking me dinner. I walk down stair and find out that 5 different people have been round to say hi, but they didn't want to wake me, because I looked stressed. I said to my brother That I had been shot. He seemed shocked, even though he was there when it happened. I looked down to my chest expecting it to all have been a dream or hallucination. But it wasn't, there was a gaping hole in my chest that was bleeding out. I was going to call an ambulance, but dinner was done. So I sat and ate some of that and realised I was late for work. I worked for a solid hour before I remembered I had been shot. I looked down and the hole in my chest and felt dizzy. I walked to the front of the store (I work in retail) and pressed the bell 3 times (this is to signal to all staff get to the front it's and emergency). I ask one of the tills people if they have a phone. they said nope. I so I went behind the tills to get to the door that leads upstairs to the staff room. The 2 managers got to the tills first to ask what the issue was. One of the tills people said that 'Jade pressed 3 bell, asked for a phone and ran up stairs. she looked drunk' .. The mangers told everyone to go back to work, they coukd handle it. At this stage I was still going i the stairs. Staggering up and I was losing blood fast, I didn't want to die. I reached the top of the stairs, that's when I see the managers behind me.. Asking what I thought I was doing. I ignored them and carried on up the stair to the staff room. I immediately grabbed my phone and called 911. The managers then walked into the staff room, ordering me to tell them what's going On, threatening me with numerous disaplinarys. 'hello, what s your emergency?' 'Ive been shot' The managers faces dropped.. They started asking if I was okay and started to apply pressure for me. The operator on the phone asked for my location and couldn't for the life of me think where I was. One of my managers said pass the phone over, so I did. This manager actually turned out to be the lady before hand that shot me. She threw the phone on the floor, pulled out her gun and shot the other manger in the head. Then turned to point the gun at my head.