So in the wake of the shooting in Colorado I had a dream. Nothing that is going to be recited to children for generations to come or anything like that. It was just a bad dream. I was in Las Vegas visiting a cousin of mine. Something happened to where their partner was supposedly dead. Suicide as I recall but we couldn’t find a body. We’re looking around and nothing. Apparently, this person was forgotten about as that was the last time they or for that matter my cousin appear in the dream.

Suddenly, my wife, stepson, and mom are all there saying we should get hotel rooms and stay in Vegas tonight. I was like you’re welcome to it, but I have to go home, the dogs need to be fed and let out of their kennels. There were some protests, “They’ll be fine.” That kinda thing, but no I was going home to let the dogs out.

I go outside of the place my cousin is living and a car I haven’t owned in a few years is sitting in the driveway, so I walk up to get in when I see an older car from the 60s or 70s is parked behind me, so I can’t back out, then I noticed movement in the car so I assume someone is in there, I’ll ask them to move so I can get out. I look down to ask them to move, and I just see the business end of a silver semi-auto pistol looking back at me, so my thought was “Get away now” I hear the bang, and then I feel like I got punched in the shoulder and I fall over. My first thought is, “Did I just get shot?” It doesn’t hurt as much as I assume getting shot would. I’ve never been shot so I don’t know how it feels, but I assume it should hurt more than it did in my dream.

I just kinda laid there, waiting for that car to pull away when I hear footsteps running through gravel, and I think, this guy is coming to make sure he finished the job. Get up and get away, find an equalizer, go back inside, something!

It was at that point I woke up. Was a little shaken when I woke up. What was that all about? Could be my subconscious thinking about that heart issue I had last month, I dodged a bullet there. I don’t know, but still, it messed with me. I mean I’m fine, it just bothered me.