Ka-chak-- BOOM.

So I had by far one of the scariest dreams that i've ever had in my life. I made sure to write it all down as soon as I woke up and stopped freaking out, so now i'm gonna throw in the rest of detail that I can possibly remember..

There was a lot of snow; I remember the crunching of my boots against the fresh power and pissed that it went ankle deep and making me feel chilly. I ended up going to my car and turning it on to warm it up because I knew my music class got canceled and there was no point staying at the civic center.. I was waiting at the main lobby of the center for my saxophone lessons. My teacher ended up calling and said that we had to reschedule to a later time that day because he couldn't make it because of the snow. Before I walked out, I spent a decent amount of time looking at the large ceilinged domes that surrounded this main lobby, feeling like I was in a porcelain castle than anything. There were a lot of complicated hallways that were glass paned so you could look to the bottom or over the sides. I also remember being a really long and restricted line near the ground floor where a lot of people wearing yellow were standing in line for. Why? I don't know.

I got bored of looking so I went to my car to leave so I could come back to the later scheduled time my professor asked. When I went to put some things in the back seat of the car, someone approached me and pushed me to the back seat. Turned out the guy was just some idiot playing a prank on me (apparently I knew him but I had no idea who the hell he was). Once I got a second to look around me, I saw a guy approaching the car to my right, I looked at him dead at the eyes and gave him a pretty hard stare. He opens the front car door, pulls out a pistol and shoots me in the head.

He left right after the shot, and I was miraculously still conscious. I was able to climb to to the front seat and used my car to drive to what I thought was the hospital (which was instead another part of that giant ass civic center). I broke through stop signs and parking brackets doing 80 to get to this building.

I stumbled in covered in blood and someone called for an ambulance. I was waiting in this huge, noisy lobby. There were once again really tall and dome like ceilings. The interior of these domes were painted of different golds, whites, etc. Which made the whole room sparkle against the glass windows.

And that's when the second gunman caught my eye as he walked in wearing a face mask and telling everyone to get the fuck down, putting everyone in a panic. I noticed that the first time I was shot, I was looking right into the 1st gunner's eyes, so I raised my hoodie over my head and kept my head down this time.

I feel like he knew what I was thinking, what I was trying to do. He shot me in the back of the head along with a few others.

Once again, still MIRACULOUSLY conscious WTF, but this time I could feel that my life was slowly draining from me. Everything around me was becoming really blurry, so I had to scream and crash into the people around me, asking when the fucking ambulance was going to get here. I then went up to an official looking person and collapsed in their arms.

Next thing I remember, I was crawling (yeah, no stretcher, just crawling) into an ambulance. It just looked a narrow room with a bunch of plastic curtains and tarp everywhere, but it reminded me of safety, something like a cocoon. As soon as I laid down and took my clothes off for inspection, 3 children came into the ambulance as well. They didn't seem to have any visible injuries, but they were asked to take their clothes off for inspection too. AWKWARD, RIGHT?! I felt weird being the only older one so I tried covering myself the best I could but the kids reassured me saying that there was nothing wrong me. They said that they weren't scared because they knew I was just like them.

Woke up for real, not recognizing where I was, and everything around me was still really blurry for a while. I was flipping shit until I figured out WTF was going on.

I think that the events that happened to me getting shot triggered my fight or flight response I had when I was younger and in my crappy family situation. When I was shot, I had the exact same scared feeling I used to have so long ago when my parents would fight. Butterflies in the stomach, terrifying feeling, etc.

Any dream interpreters wanna take a shot at this?