Posted on: 2015-07-24 by Guest

Last night, I had a dream that I was invited to a party and it was normal at first but then it got bad. This guy that was there, I guess you could call him the host, took out a gun and shot more then ten innocent teenage boys. We, all the girls, had our phones on us but didn't dare to call the police in fear that the guy would catch us. At some point in time, someone called the police and they got everything under control. Then more boys, around the same age came at the murder and killed him themselves. This dream made me realize something. I realized that all of those boys that the man had shot had to have a mother or father or both, adopted or not, and how much pain the mother or father would be going through. They lost their child, their baby, to some asshole for no reason. I lost my father in 2013 and I felt so bad for my grandparents because they just lost their son and I realized how those mothers and fathers would feel. I also realized that this type of situation can happen to anyone. I could just be walking down the street one day to a friends party and have some crazy guy there. So quickly my life could be gone. Those boys' life's were taken from them so quickly. Just by the shot of a gun. But, the most disturbing thing about this whole dream was that when the boys were getting shot, one by one, I couldn't do anything. I made eye contact with almost all of them before they died and saw the fearful look in their eyes and I couldn't do anything to help. After the mass murder, I remember getting up from my spot on the floor and turning my phone flashlight on and looking into the room and seeing all the dead boys with bullet wounds in either their chest or forhead. I felt so terrible because I couldn't do anything to help them and that made me realize how important life is and how quick it could be taken away.