T. W.
I took an afternoon nap and I feel like I experienced déjà vu. I swear I've had this dream before. But some things have changed this time.
This time, I got shot.
I was leaving a dance centre and as I was walking I was paying attention to my surroundings but not really. Obviously not enough, because when I did realize, I got shot in the chest with a piercing bullet. At first it didn't feel like I got shot, but my chest felt cold and I could feel discomfort so I knew, "ah, I got shot".
The bullet came from a minivan of some sorts, with a terrorist group name on the side of the car. The guy who shot me was part of that group I guess because as I went passed him, I could see him holding his long ass rifle in his hand. I'm not sure if he shot me again, because I was still moving. Or maybe it was too obvious that I was going to die that he didn't even bother. He was just waiting there by his vehicle. Just waiting until someone or something came by for him to shoot. It was just a waiting game for him. But for me it was a question of life or death.
I was walking fine for a bit but my vision got blurry and my body felt like it was shutting down. It wasn't very painful but i felt so slow and cold; I was losing control of my body.
Outside of the dance centre there's a parking lot. So I swerved to the parking lot where I saw a lot of people. I tried to go towards someone who looked comforting. I still had hopes that I would get help or that I would be saved (LMAO even though I just got shot in the chest), or maybe I just wanted comfort and a peace of mind before I died. It was so difficult though, everywhere I turned I saw more people with the same attitude as the gunman. Maybe they were on the same team. Some people even ignored me and just walked by as they could see my dying in the middle of the day, where the sun was shining so brightly.
After a couple of side eyes, I found some young people who looked like they might care. I went towards them and I might've said something but I just collapsed on the pavement. I could see their faces above me, and some more people came. They were asking if I needed help and I said yes. But once they realized I was shot in the chest they knew nothing could be done. So I told them that I just wanted comfort before I died. I asked them what made them happy in their life and what was important to them. I felt dumb asking that in my mind because I should've asked them to pass on a message to my family and friends. Instead I asked strangers about their lives. I thought their happiness and love would pass on to me. I don't know. They told me and I did feel a little warmer. Eventually though, they left. I don't remember why. Maybe I closed my eyes and they thought I died, or they realized the situation in the area was really bad. Somehow, as they left I was able to follow them. I don't even know if they noticed I was following them. Even though I had just gotten shot, I still had ability to get up and follow them. I didn't think I could, but the will to live, told me to try.
So I was able to follow them. By the way, the feeling in my chest was more discomforting than painful I would say. Maybe that's why I was able to keep going. It didn't feel that bad, but I knew it did great damage somewhere in my body.
I follow the group into a nearby park. I don't know if we interacted further, but I think we all realized we were in great danger. Even though I'm still alive, the whole area is surrounded by the terrorist group. I realized this and told them to go hide. It looked like the only place to go was back near the dance centre. I don't know if this was a dumb move, to go right back to wear I was shot. But I didn't know where else to go. We needed a place with shelter, a place to hide. There was another building right nearby the dance centre. I think it was a bathroom or a public bathroom? And it was near a children's or school centre or something, because there were children everywhere.
