Dreams and Guns
Reading Laura’s post on her dream made me remember of the nightmare I had last night. I was in the parking lot near a giant supermarket, and this guy approached me with a gun. I said I had no money, and Jackie Chan walked by. I thought he would karate-kick the hell out of this gunman, but then he was shot. The gunman then moved into the supermarket and started shooting everyone. I ran and told the people outside to hide. So we did, except we hid behind plastic fences. I moved around trying to get out of his line of sight, and he shot this wheelchair bound guy who was eating his dinner.
Then a female police officer shot him. The end.
This isn’t the first time guns have appeared in my dreams. The first time was when Eminem shot me in the back, and the second was when Saddam Hussein shot my entire family while we were crossing the Iraqi border to… somewhere.
Well, at least this time I wasn’t killed.
