Recurring Mass Shooter Dream
So, I had this dream several months ago, and I remembered it vividly, but I often have dreams where I’m outgunned, or surrounded, or helpless in
some way or another, so I just sloughed it off as stress and such. I’ll describe that dream in a moment, but the reason I’m posting this thread
is that I had the same dream again about a month ago, but it was more like a sequel to the original dream, and I didn’t remember it clearly, I only
know that I had the dream and woke up concerned about it, couldn’t remember the details, but again, I blew it off. Then the Aurora, Colorado thing
happened, but I didn’t connect that with my dreams in any way.
Then, Last night, I had the 3rd Sequel to this dream, and it was vivid, I remember every second of it, and it forced me to remember the first two, and
now they are all 3 in my head, and I want to share. I couldn’t go back to sleep after the one last night.
I’ll start with why I feel the dream is important. I know the shooter’s face (female, short hair, stocky, gregarious, and loud), I know her
profile (single, lives alone, but with many friends and an active lifestyle, gun enthusiast, out-going and personable, but also stubborn and set in
her ways), and I know her motivation (hate for men, men’s toys, and specifically “man caves”), and I know I was a specific target, as well as
men in general, but she wasn’t afraid to kill women and children too, and I know she preferred to use her handgun first (I’m pretty sure it was a
50 cal Desert Eagle, but it could have been a .45 1911), but she also had a fully automatic gun that did the majority of the carnage, and I know it
was in a very large and crowded store, not a mall common area, but maybe a Dillards, or a Bass Pro Shop, or something like that.
So, here is the gist of the dream….
I’ll bounce around from last night’s dream back to the previous ones, because last night’s was the most vivid and explanatory, even for me.
It started with me sitting on a bench in a large lobby type area, with people all around. Almost like a food court at a mall, but it wasn’t a mall,
but it was much larger than a typical department store. This lady walks past me and pulls out a big semi-auto handgun, and started to shoot people.
I was startled and scared, hit the ground, pulled out my own gun, but I couldn’t shoot her. There were people in the way, and then when I would get
a clear shot the trigger was too stiff and I couldn’t pull it, and then I got closer to her, but all of a sudden I knew my gun couldn’t stop her,
I wanted to shoot, but the trigger wouldn’t move, and then she walked right over to me and shot me! It hit somewhere on the left side of my torso,
below the shoulder.
It hurt a lot (even in the dream), but I was still able to function, and I tried to pull the trigger on my gun again, but it was too stiff, and she
was about to shoot me again, so I just grabbed her gun. We wrestled with it awhile, but eventually I remembered some Krav Maga video from Youtube,
and I snatched the gun away from her, but before I could turn it on her and shoot, she started just spraying the room with machine gun fire. I had to
run, and she was following me, but shooting other people along the way, and taunting me. She said I knew she was coming back for me, and I should
have never survived the first time, and that is when I remembered the dream before this one. (I’ll get back to this point in just a moment.)
In the last dream, which I didn’t remember at the time, I only remembered being deeply disturbed by a dream, but couldn’t remember the details,
but in that dream, she shot me 30 times. (I remember the number distinctly.) It was a similar public area, with a similar shooting spree, where I
had attempted to stop her, but she walked up and shot me point blank. The first shot hurt a lot, but it didn’t disable me, and I fought her, and
she shot me over and over, and each shot hurt significantly. Real Pain, not just dream pain, I mean I remember the loud pop, my head ringing from the
noise and concussion of the blast, the bullet burning through my flesh, the uncomfortable lump inside my body, the aching that came afterwards, the
blood, the fear, wondering if I would survive or not, and wondering if I should keep fighting or let go and lay down. I remember the whole thing for
each and every shot, 30 times, but I kept fighting her, and she kept shooting me, until I eventually woke up.
So, back to last night’s dream, she was apparently coming back for me because I refused to die in the last dream, and here I was fighting her again.
She kept ranting about “Men and their Toys,” and how she was going to “destroy every man cave out there.” The machine gun sounded like a
chainsaw, it was relentless, and she was intentionally targeting men, but she killed a few women and young teens as they ran away, but she was walking
around looking for men to shoot. It seemed like forever before she ran out of bullets the first time, but when there was a pause, I grabbed my gun
again and ran out and tried to shoot her, but I couldn’t pull the damn trigger (it was just too stiff), and she started sawing away with the machine
gun again and laughing maniacally. I had to run back to cover, and I ended up in one of those family restrooms, there was one stall and a sink, and
the door had no lock, and I could hear the saw of the gun, and the people screaming and running outside. I finally remembered the gun I had taken
from her and I got it to slide and rechamber a round, and the hammer was back, and I knew I could pull this trigger, but the noise of that sawing
machine gun was affecting me mentally, and I didn’t think I could fight her. I could hope to get a headshot from close distance, or try to catch
her during the next reload, but people were dying, and I was getting sick to my stomach and weaker and more afraid, and I couldn’t wait for a safe
moment or I would fail.
I was about to run out the bathroom door and start firing, but then she stopped, and she started talking to me. She didn’t know exactly where I
was, but she knew I could hear her, and even though the door was closed, I had a clear picture of the dead or dying people scattered about, and her
walking calmly and talking to me and swinging that gun around.
This is where she referred back to my first dream, which I remember having several months ago, and I remember being upset about it at the time. It
was a similar shooting spree, but I don’t remember her being female or any particular sex or description, and I don’t remember being her
intentional target. In that dream, I was a bystander sitting in a booth somewhere; maybe a café or something, and I tried to stop her by using my
gun. She only had the hand gun, and she was just shooting random people, and I was shooting at her, but I couldn’t stop her; I could only distract
her. I remember being somewhat effective in helping people escape, but then at the end of the dream, I was out of bullets, and she had zeroed in on
my hiding spot, and she was approaching me fast, and I knew I was going to die, but instead I woke up!
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