genocide and a watery suicide

Date: 7/6/2018

I’m in a bar, celebrating my real life success of completing a mural for a local business. All my friends are there and my boyfriend and my children. I walk out to light a cigarette, put it out and start to walk to my car when I see a line of men in the distance telling me to “get down!” I get down on the ground, it was dry, rocky, dirt. I start to crawl away when I see a man pull a gun on another group of individuals and I start to run to the back of the building. I look to my left and see a gated off entrance to the building that suddenly became my elementary school, I thought to myself that they could easily shoot through this and kill me. I look down the pathway and see 3 children running and crying alone, so I tell them to follow me and we run to near by houses to call the police. A woman started dialing for help and asking me questions about what was going on. When all black vans pulled into the neighborhood and started slaughtering everyone who occupied the homes with guns. I ran and left the others while they were shot repeatedly, I ran through several houses trying to escape them. They were getting closer and closer. In and out of houses I ran, until I went out the front door of one of the houses and looked around. I was in a nice neighborhood, I didn’t see the black vans yet. So perhaps I have gotten away for a brief moment when I see one of the men run past me. I was surprised that he didn’t stop to kill me so I followed him. The dream panned over his body in a pool- stretched out like Jesus on the cross, wrapped in a black sheet, he told himself that he was a bad person, and he needed to do this. He drowned himself.