In less than a week, I've had two dreams involving shootings. In the first, I was being chased by a man, who eventually caught up with me. We both ended up on the ground and he pressed a gun to my head and kept shooting. I wouldn't die no matter how many times he shot me, and I could just hear the sound of the shots being fired.
The second dream came earlier this morning. My mother and I were in Barcelona. I had had a bad feeling about a certain restaurant before entering, but ignored it. Just after my mother and I were seated, a man walked in and started shooting randomly for a long time. I remember putting my head in my mother's lap, and half way under the tablecloth and praying fervently.
We eventually left the restaurant completely unharmed.
The second dream came earlier this morning. My mother and I were in Barcelona. I had had a bad feeling about a certain restaurant before entering, but ignored it. Just after my mother and I were seated, a man walked in and started shooting randomly for a long time. I remember putting my head in my mother's lap, and half way under the tablecloth and praying fervently.
We eventually left the restaurant completely unharmed.
