I Was Shot

This has been bothering me all day, and I could not help but feel like I needed to post about it. I had a nightmare last night at about 3:00 AM. I woke up with pain in my knee caps, my chest, and the left side of my stomach. Although I think it was all just psychological, it scared the hell out of me because it was right after a dream where I was shot three times in all of those areas.

In my dream, I was going out to a movie with my fiance. We were about to purchase our tickets, when I all of a sudden had the urge to go to the bathroom. I didn’t feel right. Everything felt very uncomfortable where I was. It was like I was being pressured into doing something I had no control over.

I walked through the doors to the men’s bathroom, and two hispanic guys were just hanging out in one of the stalls. At first, I was brought aback by two dudes just chilling in the bathroom… In the same stall, but I eventually just minded my own business figuring maybe they were just buddies talking about some chicas waiting for them outside. I walked over to the urnal, where I nervously began the most awkward task of trying to go to the bathroom with two hispanic guys behind me. I turned my head and to my surprise a wannabe gangster looking white male was standing there with a pistol aimed towards me.

He was wearing a black beanie shaped hat and was smiling with his brown and rotting methhead teeth. Pretty disgusting if you ask me. He was casually waving the weapon left and right as though contemplating what to do. I zipped up my zipper and told the guy, “Please… Let me go.”

He chuckled and looked into the stall with the two hispanic guys in it. “I’m here to kill him,” he said, pointing the weapon behind me towards the stall. I stood frozen against the urnal, feeling a sudden urge to pee again.

I slowly looked back into the stall where the two hispanic men were sitting and one of them shot out of his seat and ran to the door of the bathroom. I knew I should’ve done the same, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I crossed paths with his weapon again if I would be put down for being a witness.

Anyways, the gunman was distracted by the hispanic guy’s friend running, and I kept my eyes in the stall. I saw the hispanc guy rip a pistol from his belt and walk out of the stall. I shook my head at the hispanic guy, but he already knew he had to do what needed to be done to survive. The white male had turned his attention back towards the hispanic man, and he fired four wild rounds, while the hispanic guy fired another six. Everything was a blur and all I could do was duck behind the urnal with fright. I peeked over the edge of the porcelain where I saw the white male on his knees. The hispanic man stood over him and shot another round into the white male’s chest. Both men toppled over onto the blood puddled floor, while I remained clung to the urnal.

I finally pulled myself together and staggered out of the bathroom. I felt disoriented. I walked out into the main hall where the movie theater was, and I could see people staring at me like I was about to do something spectacular. My fiance ran to me with tears in her eyes, but I couldn’t hear anything she was saying. My knees were oddly buckled and writhing in pain. I eventually had to drop to the floor, when I noticed two holes in my jeans, where blood had stained them. I had been shot. I looked on the left side of my waist, where blood was streaming down my side.

It all seemed unreal. I was in shock and could not comprehend the trauma my body had endured. That was when I finally woke up. It was odd because all of those areas including my chest started to burn. I was extremely sore for a few minutes and thought I had actually been through the nightmare I had. Finally, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen where I chugged a bottle of water and laid down on the couch in the living room. I pulled out my cellphone, curious about the meaning of this dream, because if it was foreshadowing of what’s to come in my future, I wanted to make sure I was clear from the mall for a long time!

I found a source through google. It was a horoscope website, and one of the explanations for my dream was that there’s a part of me that I do not like about myself, and I want to change it. Weird thing is, I can’t believe a nightmare had to wake me up to reality and realize I am constantly struggling to break free from that part of my life that makes me so unhappy. I guess dreams do have a way of talking to us sometimes.

Work All Day

Sorry for the late replies on the comments earlier today on my author page, as well as, Walker Talk. I’ve been working since 9:30 am and just got off at 8:45 pm. I know for some of you that is a cake walk but it was like torture not being able to sit down and write away at my new novel.

I started reading this book called “2,000-10,000” by Rachel Aaron. I will say if you are a writer, this could be a nice little read for you only because she gives you professional ways of being able to write faster. I’ve actually started taking her advice and logged my hours and numbers every time I sit down to write. Honestly, I think this method is actually helping me only because I never thought that in the afternoon and at night I write a whole lot more than I do in the morning. Plus, it’s a time I really enjoy writing. When I hit seven days, I’ll post my logs up here on my blog to show you the progress so far. I would definitely love to eventually be able to write 10,000 words a day, but I’m going to have to start disciplining myself. No video games, No tv, and no wifi until I write 10k a day.

Now, what has been on my mind all day? Over the last four years, I have used my nightmares as a way to write my stories. To be quite honest with you, they actually have started to not feel like nightmares anymore, but I had one dream last year that has really stuck to me cause it scared the living crap out of me. It literally woke me up and had me curling up next to Nadine with tears in me eyes (Yes, I do get a little emotional when I have these dreams.) Anyways, I want to share it with you guys because I thought about it yesterday while scribbling down some notes.

I was at Wal-Mart with Nadine, and we were about to check out in the Garden and Outdoor department. We were sitting there at check out talking about what we were going to eat for dinner that night, when the customer in front of us was getting frustrated with the cashier. We were both taken aback by the things the man was saying, but we didn’t expect him to pull out a pistol. Everyone ran away to different corners of the department and store as the lunatic started firing bullets in different directions. Nadine and I ran down an aisle in the garden department, but something didn’t feel right when we hid behind some cardboard boxes. Nadine’s eyes were wide open and her expression was of utter shock. At first, I didn’t realize what had happened, until I found that she had blood on the naval of her shirt. A bullet had pierced through her back and out of her belly. I pulled her close to my body and hugged her as tight as I could and cried praying to god that this could not be happening. It felt so real, and the scary thing is, I really don’t know how anyone could handle a situation like that. Even just writing about this dream still makes my heart sink to my stomach to the point, where I almost want to puke.

Have you ever had a dream that felt so real you had to grab the person next to you to make sure they were still alive? Have your ever sought out to find out what the dream may have meant in the first place to have it?