I was in a fairly large house with a bunch of people, in the basement a creepy man was, he was coming up the basement stairs for the girls sitting on the couch. I yelled at him, calling him a creep, the girls told me to stop because he wasn't creepy. I called 911 and they wouldn't answer.
I was with a large group of people, either a camp or a field trip. We were at an abandoned farm, the barn we were in was old and worn out. Someone started shooting, people were yelling in fear, running in every direction for safety. I was looking around the old barn for a good hiding place, however there weren't any. I ran outside the barn towards the trees with 3 other people. I called 911, they asked what my emergency was, i told them there was an active shooting, they asked for my location but i didn't know so they found it through my phone, once they did the 911 operator said "this is a restricted area, we can't come there". A bus passes by, i got on it so we could reach safety, it was actually the two shooters. One was driving, the other was in one of the seats, the one shooter held a gun to my head and i asked, "what do i have to do to be kept alive?"
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Dream Journal
Fiction généraleFirst part of my dream journal, second part is up and running. Writing down my dreams caused by intense anxiety. Some dreams may be graphic, mature or traumatic.
