Running

I spent the better part of the early morning hours running for my life.

The first bullet came through the window and pierced a middle aged man in the neck. I saw the blood and watched him fall. It was surreal like in slow motion now as I recall it. I dropped to my knees as soon as I realized that was not the only bullet. They just kept coming. Spraying the small office in a back and forth motion. They seemed to be all at the same height so I crawled on my belly to the back door. A heavy set woman behind the desk tried to do the same but was hit before she could get down far enough. I made my way to the back door of the establishment and opened the door a crack. The roar of bullets and breaking glass in my ears didn't match the scene out back. People sitting on their front porches laughing, sipping lemonade and smoking cigarettes. Something wasn't right. I turned and started to crawl back into the chaos.

BREAK This is where I woke up and decided I needed to pee. After finishing my business I crawled back into bed and dozed off once more.

This time I was in college. My dorm was in some strange building that also had classrooms in it. I woke up to get ready for my first day of class and I wander into a room where class is already in session. It didn't seem to bother me that I was only in a t-shirt and underwear, no one else seemed to care either. I did this several times before leaving for my own class. My first class was some p.e. kinda class or something. I had to find my locker which was set in the ground in some big field. I had a huge ring of keys that I was supposed to use to open my locker. I searched and searched and couldn't find it. Finally my brother Shane comes by and said that he had just seen the number I was looking for. On our way to the locker we hear a deafening sound. We look up to see a huge passenger plane flying way WAY to low. It comes over the field and covers us in shadow. The plane flies by us and just barely clears the buildings of the campus. It turns and appears to be doing aerial acrobatics. It does a loop then some sort of death roll thing. I realize it's going to crash close by and yell at my brother to run. I turn to follow him as the plane makes impact. The ground shakes under our feet and I begin to see bits of debris hitting the ground around me. As I'm running I see a tire coming from the sky. I am sure it's going to hit my brother! A fresh surge of adrenaline courses through my body as I let out a soul shaking scream. "Shane! Watch out!" Through some strange miracle he seems to hear me and dives to the left. The tire hits very close to where he had been.

BREAK I woke up about this time. My skin had tingles like when you have a nearly miss getting hit in an accident or something. I have had one other dream that woke me up with tingles this week. What's up wit dat?