I lived in a huge, really nice and spacious house with probably around 20 people, men and women, around my age (around 21) none of whom are fimular to me from my waking life. We were all really close and got along really well. We had a kind of family type feeling to all of us. We had a neighbor next door who was an older man who was very angry and did not like any of us because he thought we were too noisey and I got the impression that he just didn't like people too much and he was bitter that we all had such a closeness and he was old and alone. We were not noisey and very respectful and always apoligizing and trying to make friends with this man. I remember looking out the window hearing him yelling at us several times (as if I was remembering in the dream this happening over a long period of time). I was upstairs and my roomates downstairs had music playing, very softly. Everyone was just hanging out, watching TV, reading, whatever they "normally" did. I hear a lot of shouting and fighting and I knew it was the man from next door and for some reason I knew he had a gun. I thought he was still outside of our house so I went downstairs to find all of my roomates laying on the floor as our neighbor walked through the house with a shot gun, calling us "mother fuckers" and telling us we needed to "turn that god damn shit off". One of my male room mates grabbed me and pulled me to the ground and put him arm around me to sheild and protect me. The man, our neighbor, just walked through our living room, with a sort of joyous look on his face as he chose random people and just placed the shot gun to their head and pulled the trigger. He came to me and I looked up and at him as he placed the barrel of the shot gun to my forehead. I knew I was going to die and I was very at peace and calm, but very distraught and heart broken at the same time. He pulled the trigger and I could feel the bullet go through my head and could feel the back of my skull shatter and blow off. The bullet felt very weird to me, not how I would imagine a shot gun bullet to feel. It felt very small and I could feel as well as see it move through my brain and out the back of my skull. It seemed to move in a striaght line. That was the end of my dream.
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I lived in a huge, really nice and spacious house with probably around 20 people, men and women, around my age (around 21) none of whom are fimular to me from my waking life. We were all really close and got along really well. We had a kind of family type feeling to all of us. We had a neighbor next door who was an older man who was very angry and did not like any of us because he thought we were too noisey and I got the impression that he just didn't like people too much and he was bitter that we all had such a closeness and he was old and alone. We were not noisey and very respectful and always apoligizing and trying to make friends with this man. I remember looking out the window hearing him yelling at us several times (as if I was remembering in the dream this happening over a long period of time). I was upstairs and my roomates downstairs had music playing, very softly. Everyone was just hanging out, watching TV, reading, whatever they "normally" did. I hear a lot of shouting and fighting and I knew it was the man from next door and for some reason I knew he had a gun. I thought he was still outside of our house so I went downstairs to find all of my roomates laying on the floor as our neighbor walked through the house with a shot gun, calling us "mother fuckers" and telling us we needed to "turn that god damn shit off". One of my male room mates grabbed me and pulled me to the ground and put him arm around me to sheild and protect me. The man, our neighbor, just walked through our living room, with a sort of joyous look on his face as he chose random people and just placed the shot gun to their head and pulled the trigger. He came to me and I looked up and at him as he placed the barrel of the shot gun to my forehead. I knew I was going to die and I was very at peace and calm, but very distraught and heart broken at the same time. He pulled the trigger and I could feel the bullet go through my head and could feel the back of my skull shatter and blow off. The bullet felt very weird to me, not how I would imagine a shot gun bullet to feel. It felt very small and I could feel as well as see it move through my brain and out the back of my skull. It seemed to move in a striaght line. That was the end of my dream.
