Posted this to another forum around 1:00am this morning.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve woken up from sleep because of a nightmare. I’m currently 30 hours deep into a fast (no food or liquids) because I’ve got a body fat tape test at 7am, and I’m nervous about it. Can only hope it’s because of that.
I was at a house party and everyone was standing around talking in little groups for a while. The host and his buddy were sitting on the couch playing PlayStation. One guy in a white t-shirt and white ball cap was walking around introducing himself as Steve. Nobody knew who he was.
Cut to me falling on the floor as I hear someone scream “there’s a school shooter! Get out!” and an inordinate amount of people sprint out of the house in all directions. I’m just in shock thinking that this is the end. I hear the host and his buddy start mockingly saying “it’s Steve, it’s Steve,” and I assume that they started the rumor, because I don’t hear any gunshots or any more screaming now that everyone is gone. I start to laugh and stand up.
The door five feet to my front-left is thrown open and in steps a guy wearing the same white t-shirt and ball cap, and I see he has a pistol. I’m speechless and again frozen in fear, with chills going over my body. The host and his buddy start yelling and running away, and I feel myself wake up.
These chills are still rolling over me as I type this. I’ve never had such a vivid nightmare before. The details didn’t seem to change completely inexplicably; the house layout (one I’m sure I’ve never been in) and Steve’s outfit stayed the same throughout the dream.
If this turns out to be some sort of premonition, I’m going to have a cow.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve woken up from sleep because of a nightmare. I’m currently 30 hours deep into a fast (no food or liquids) because I’ve got a body fat tape test at 7am, and I’m nervous about it. Can only hope it’s because of that.
I was at a house party and everyone was standing around talking in little groups for a while. The host and his buddy were sitting on the couch playing PlayStation. One guy in a white t-shirt and white ball cap was walking around introducing himself as Steve. Nobody knew who he was.
Cut to me falling on the floor as I hear someone scream “there’s a school shooter! Get out!” and an inordinate amount of people sprint out of the house in all directions. I’m just in shock thinking that this is the end. I hear the host and his buddy start mockingly saying “it’s Steve, it’s Steve,” and I assume that they started the rumor, because I don’t hear any gunshots or any more screaming now that everyone is gone. I start to laugh and stand up.
The door five feet to my front-left is thrown open and in steps a guy wearing the same white t-shirt and ball cap, and I see he has a pistol. I’m speechless and again frozen in fear, with chills going over my body. The host and his buddy start yelling and running away, and I feel myself wake up.
These chills are still rolling over me as I type this. I’ve never had such a vivid nightmare before. The details didn’t seem to change completely inexplicably; the house layout (one I’m sure I’ve never been in) and Steve’s outfit stayed the same throughout the dream.
If this turns out to be some sort of premonition, I’m going to have a cow.
