The Gunman

Date: 1/11/2017

Today i had a weird dream. Weird enough to find a place to express my thoughts on it. It was more of a nightmare to begin with. Something youd see out of a CNN update. After a long night of watching interviews of Mel Gibson on his latest film "Hacksaw Ridge" I basically dreamed that Mel Gibson came to a family house party. My mom is a huge fan of him so i thought it would be nice to bring her to him. As i took her to the room he was in, a man came into the house with a jacket covering a handgun. He says to me "well i guess youll be the first one". As soon as i see the gun i duck into the other room. Although i felt like ive been shot i still try to leave the house. I circle my way toward the back and see a bunch of random people trying to escape my family house party. The nightmare cuts to the police arriving and im sitting next to my sister. I couldn't control my breathing. I was hyperventilating. My mother had died. A million thoughts raced into my head as i tried to accept this as reality. I looked over and my dad was also next to me. He was not one for expressing his emotions, however, i could sense a piece of him missing. I knew this would change us. After this realization i woke up panting and trying to catch up with my breath.