I got Shot

Sorry for the clickbaity headline again. Since you can read the first few lines directly on the front page of cowriters, only read this post if you’re interested in a strange dream I had last night. :)

The dream starts with a scene that could be directly out of a horror movie. I see a gas station and people working in it (strangely people I know, but none in my direct family or friendship circle).

A cut happens, it is the middle of the night now. I see the gas station again. The front door is broken open.

I wake up and get the urge to drive my car to the gas station I just saw (Note: I’m still dreaming). I arrive there and hear the people complaining that somebody broke into the petrol station though nothing was stolen.

I ask if I can fill up and they agree. Another car arrives and it’s like a lightning struck me: The door was just broken open to get people here and rob them.

I watch the car. A guy gets out and points his gun at me. “Hands up”. I follow his instructions. The cashier and owner of the gas station (cashier a young woman I know from a freelance customer and the owner, another woman I know from a freelance customer, strange? yes!) follow his instructions as well and get the money out of the cash register.

I see the police arriving in the background. The guy having the gun didn’t notice them yet.

One policeman runs into the scene from my left side, on the right side of me, is the guy with the gun and the money. The policeman manages to catch the guy on one hand. Because he was running both of them fall over and I hear a gunshot go off.

“I am sorry, I didn’t want to shoot” is the last thing before I wake up in cold sweat.

This time I woke up for real and I know I was the one being shot. Why? Good question.

Dreams are strange.