cl2008
16-01-2008, 03:29 AM
VIVID DREAM ABOUT A SHOOTING RAMPAGE
I had this weird dream last night.
In that dream I had a friend. Some guy I never met. I can describe him for you though. He's chubby... lets say around 210 lbs. Stocky built. Black curly hair, Possibly Native Indian or Asian features. He was wearing a short-sleeved green checkered dress shirt... on top of a grey long-sleeved t-shirt. He was wearing dark grey jeans, and had one of those red converse sneaker things.
Anyway this dude told me he wanted to shoot up the school. He was rambling about how much he hates the world about how unfair everything is and he just wanna blow everything to pieces. The scary thing though about his rambling was that he's talking as if this was SOMETHING WE BOTH PLANNED in the months before. I had no fucking clue whatsoever. The guy was just there. Telling me about a plan to shoot up the school Harris and Klebold style!
I had no fucking clue what was going on and here's this guy blabbering about something that we SUPPOSEDLY PLANNED a long time ago!
And then I was like... Dude. dont do it. Its wrong. Blablabla...
Then he was like... What the fuck are you talking about? I thought we agreed on this. yadda yadda yadda...
And then I told him to go chill out in the mall. Maybe we can think this over. Cuz its just fucking wrong to open fire on a group of innocent people.
So we went to the mall. After walking around and fluff talking a bit he decided to be like... FUCK I HATE THIS WORLD!!! Then rambled on and on again about shooting up the school. And then repeat. I was telling him again again again not to do it. Then he called me a fucking pussy for not being committed enough and being sort of a flip-flop who cannot make a decision properly.
He pulled out an MP-5 submachinegun from the back of his pants. I was surprised how he concealed that gun behind his back without me noticing it.
I thought he was gonna shoot me.
But he decided to point that gun on a random bystander and shoot him.
As that first shot was fired, I decided to make a run for it. I kinda felt guilty just running off like that and not trying to stop him but the dominant thought in my head was something like "GET OUT OF THERE NOW!!! YOU CANT REASON WITH HIM AND IF YOU TRY REASONING OUT WITH HIM MORE THE MORE CHANCE HES GONNA SHOOT YOU!!! HE CALLED YOU A PUSSY RIGHT?!? YOU JUST GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE BECAUSE HE WILL SHOOT YOU!!!"
I darted towards one of the hallways that happened to have tables with large cloths and Italian-looking restaurants in the background as well as those little makeshift book shelves.
I ducked for cover under one of the tables. I tried to crawl under the thing but one of the bars of that table managed to clip my lower back. Making my crawling under it very very difficult. For five minutes I kept trying my best to get under that damn table. Until finally I got under.
I just lay down there face down like a soldier crawling on the ground. I was scared. shitless. Feeling really hopeless and guilty at the same time. As I heard the sound of gunshots and people screaming. The women screaming louder though with those shrieks like they're in some roller coaster ride or something. And guys saying "FUUUCKK!!!" or "AAGGH SHIITTT!!!" or "JESUS CHRIST!!! AAGGGHH!!!!"
I was really terrified. I'm just stuck there under that fucking table and cannot do shit about it.
But after about 20 minutes the shooting just stopped. I felt it was finally safe to come out.
But when I came out I saw HIM again. The dude with an MP-5!!! Now he had TWO of them and I was like WHAT THE FUCK!!! SHIT!!!
Then I decided to make a run for it again. I heard the bullets whizz past me and hit things in the background. Yeah like this is some fucking action movie where the hero runs around evading the bullets. This time the action hero has no guns or any means to defend himself. Just running around like a rat. Ducking and moving and hiding.
My previous military training sorta kicked in. I was just able to run fast and hide and duck in the right timing. I also made it a point to keep as close to the walls or anything that may act as a 'cover' or sort of distraction for the pursuing enemy. Stuff like those steel posts or the fruit baskets or anything thick enough that can stop a bullet to some extent.
As well as moving side to side to make myself a more difficult target. I just did that flawlessly like its a natural instinct. Fuck. Maybe if things turned out different I might have been a natural soldier and possibly a decorated war hero if I get lucky enough to survive.
Eventually I rushed towards the back of the store where they store all the boxes of supplies.
I decided to hide in one area filled with boxes. For some weird reason those boxes were formed in such a way that it looked like an improvised sand bag trench or something. In there was this other dude who was wounded in the leg. And for some weird reason again the wounded dude told me that he will try his best to hide me so that I will live and it doesnt matter if he gets seen first.
Then I just curled up like a fetus and prayed and cried. Too damn fucking helpless to do shit. Then I closed my eyes. I give up. If he finds me there and shoots me it would finally be over.
I fell asleep in the dream. Yes I fell asleep... in the DREAM while curled up and sat there like a bitch waiting to be shot.
After awhile, I 'woke up' IN THAT DREAM, there was a police officer who grabbed me by the left arm. He told me I have to come with him because he has a bunch of questions for me.
He looked at me like I'm the guilty party. As if I had something to do with the shooting that supposedly killed about 50 people!!! Yep. One man with a worse death toll than Columbine or Virginia Tech.
Then he brought me to a black SUV. We drove around. The background of the place and architecture looked like I'm in the UNITED STATES. Its not Canada.
Then we went to the police station... he brought me to a room.
There was a big TV screen and a desk with a white policewoman in her 40s with short hair.
I somewhat 'knew what this is'.
Why am I being brought to a police station like I'm guilty in the shootings?!?
So I just burst out and ranted. LOOK!!! I'VE WRITTEN VIOLENT COMICS AND STORIES FOR SCHOOLWORK BUT IN NO WAY DID I PLAN ON SHOOTING UP THE SCHOOL OR THAT SHOPPING MALL!!! I JUST DID THAT SHIT FOR ENTERTAINMENT AND EXPRESSING MYSELF SORTA LIKE AN OUTLET FOR ME TO STOP DOING VIOLENT THINGS!!! I DIDNT PLAN ON SHOOTING UP THE PLACE!!!
Then the policewoman told me about alleged 'plans' I had with the shooter. And that the cops MANAGED TO TAKE THE SHOOTER ALIVE!!!
I was rambling on with a shaky voice trying to prove my innocence. While at the same time crying with the partial guilt I felt in those shootings.
And then I woke up. Finally in the real world. I'm still scared... :(
I had this weird dream last night.
In that dream I had a friend. Some guy I never met. I can describe him for you though. He's chubby... lets say around 210 lbs. Stocky built. Black curly hair, Possibly Native Indian or Asian features. He was wearing a short-sleeved green checkered dress shirt... on top of a grey long-sleeved t-shirt. He was wearing dark grey jeans, and had one of those red converse sneaker things.
Anyway this dude told me he wanted to shoot up the school. He was rambling about how much he hates the world about how unfair everything is and he just wanna blow everything to pieces. The scary thing though about his rambling was that he's talking as if this was SOMETHING WE BOTH PLANNED in the months before. I had no fucking clue whatsoever. The guy was just there. Telling me about a plan to shoot up the school Harris and Klebold style!
I had no fucking clue what was going on and here's this guy blabbering about something that we SUPPOSEDLY PLANNED a long time ago!
And then I was like... Dude. dont do it. Its wrong. Blablabla...
Then he was like... What the fuck are you talking about? I thought we agreed on this. yadda yadda yadda...
And then I told him to go chill out in the mall. Maybe we can think this over. Cuz its just fucking wrong to open fire on a group of innocent people.
So we went to the mall. After walking around and fluff talking a bit he decided to be like... FUCK I HATE THIS WORLD!!! Then rambled on and on again about shooting up the school. And then repeat. I was telling him again again again not to do it. Then he called me a fucking pussy for not being committed enough and being sort of a flip-flop who cannot make a decision properly.
He pulled out an MP-5 submachinegun from the back of his pants. I was surprised how he concealed that gun behind his back without me noticing it.
I thought he was gonna shoot me.
But he decided to point that gun on a random bystander and shoot him.
As that first shot was fired, I decided to make a run for it. I kinda felt guilty just running off like that and not trying to stop him but the dominant thought in my head was something like "GET OUT OF THERE NOW!!! YOU CANT REASON WITH HIM AND IF YOU TRY REASONING OUT WITH HIM MORE THE MORE CHANCE HES GONNA SHOOT YOU!!! HE CALLED YOU A PUSSY RIGHT?!? YOU JUST GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE BECAUSE HE WILL SHOOT YOU!!!"
I darted towards one of the hallways that happened to have tables with large cloths and Italian-looking restaurants in the background as well as those little makeshift book shelves.
I ducked for cover under one of the tables. I tried to crawl under the thing but one of the bars of that table managed to clip my lower back. Making my crawling under it very very difficult. For five minutes I kept trying my best to get under that damn table. Until finally I got under.
I just lay down there face down like a soldier crawling on the ground. I was scared. shitless. Feeling really hopeless and guilty at the same time. As I heard the sound of gunshots and people screaming. The women screaming louder though with those shrieks like they're in some roller coaster ride or something. And guys saying "FUUUCKK!!!" or "AAGGH SHIITTT!!!" or "JESUS CHRIST!!! AAGGGHH!!!!"
I was really terrified. I'm just stuck there under that fucking table and cannot do shit about it.
But after about 20 minutes the shooting just stopped. I felt it was finally safe to come out.
But when I came out I saw HIM again. The dude with an MP-5!!! Now he had TWO of them and I was like WHAT THE FUCK!!! SHIT!!!
Then I decided to make a run for it again. I heard the bullets whizz past me and hit things in the background. Yeah like this is some fucking action movie where the hero runs around evading the bullets. This time the action hero has no guns or any means to defend himself. Just running around like a rat. Ducking and moving and hiding.
My previous military training sorta kicked in. I was just able to run fast and hide and duck in the right timing. I also made it a point to keep as close to the walls or anything that may act as a 'cover' or sort of distraction for the pursuing enemy. Stuff like those steel posts or the fruit baskets or anything thick enough that can stop a bullet to some extent.
As well as moving side to side to make myself a more difficult target. I just did that flawlessly like its a natural instinct. Fuck. Maybe if things turned out different I might have been a natural soldier and possibly a decorated war hero if I get lucky enough to survive.
Eventually I rushed towards the back of the store where they store all the boxes of supplies.
I decided to hide in one area filled with boxes. For some weird reason those boxes were formed in such a way that it looked like an improvised sand bag trench or something. In there was this other dude who was wounded in the leg. And for some weird reason again the wounded dude told me that he will try his best to hide me so that I will live and it doesnt matter if he gets seen first.
Then I just curled up like a fetus and prayed and cried. Too damn fucking helpless to do shit. Then I closed my eyes. I give up. If he finds me there and shoots me it would finally be over.
I fell asleep in the dream. Yes I fell asleep... in the DREAM while curled up and sat there like a bitch waiting to be shot.
After awhile, I 'woke up' IN THAT DREAM, there was a police officer who grabbed me by the left arm. He told me I have to come with him because he has a bunch of questions for me.
He looked at me like I'm the guilty party. As if I had something to do with the shooting that supposedly killed about 50 people!!! Yep. One man with a worse death toll than Columbine or Virginia Tech.
Then he brought me to a black SUV. We drove around. The background of the place and architecture looked like I'm in the UNITED STATES. Its not Canada.
Then we went to the police station... he brought me to a room.
There was a big TV screen and a desk with a white policewoman in her 40s with short hair.
I somewhat 'knew what this is'.
Why am I being brought to a police station like I'm guilty in the shootings?!?
So I just burst out and ranted. LOOK!!! I'VE WRITTEN VIOLENT COMICS AND STORIES FOR SCHOOLWORK BUT IN NO WAY DID I PLAN ON SHOOTING UP THE SCHOOL OR THAT SHOPPING MALL!!! I JUST DID THAT SHIT FOR ENTERTAINMENT AND EXPRESSING MYSELF SORTA LIKE AN OUTLET FOR ME TO STOP DOING VIOLENT THINGS!!! I DIDNT PLAN ON SHOOTING UP THE PLACE!!!
Then the policewoman told me about alleged 'plans' I had with the shooter. And that the cops MANAGED TO TAKE THE SHOOTER ALIVE!!!
I was rambling on with a shaky voice trying to prove my innocence. While at the same time crying with the partial guilt I felt in those shootings.
And then I woke up. Finally in the real world. I'm still scared... :(