He tried to kill me

Date: 12/2/2017

I lived in a childhood friend’s home that sat on the top of a hill that gradually climbed up to look over the main highway. I was married to a man I could recognize, but only my familiarity. We had twin girls that were toddlers, around three years old, though I never saw them, I knew they were there. I remember that we were having a house party, mainly a cookout and there were a lot of people, during the day, casually drinking and talking quietly. I stepped outside onto the front lawn and it turned dark. When I came back into the house, there was an actual house party. Lots of people dancing to loud music, the lights were off or dimmed and everyone was drinking, getting high, etc. My husband came out of the basement wearing a strange suit. Everything change when I saw him, the music was still playing, but the lights were on and the people were gone. He was carrying a gun, and I knew that he was going to kill me, then the twins. We fought for what felt like actual hours, and I would try to hide from him, but he’d always find me and then we would start fighting again. Somehow I made it out of the front door and I started running down the hill. I was trying to make it across the road, through the field and to a neighbor’s house. I was running hard, as fast as I could run. It felt so real. I was running, pushing myself to run faster and faster because he was right behind me, I could feel it without looking I KNEW he was right behind me. My heart was pounding and without looking, I knew he was reaching for me but right before he physically touched me, I jerked awake. I was shaking, I had to sit up. My heart was pounding. I swear I felt like I had to be on alert, all day I was ready to fight.