From missing a conference to taking fire from a .50 cal

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This dream was a saga, but this is definetly the abridged version:

We were traveling to an energy and gem conference, and we spent alot of time and money to get there. I had asked multiple times the dress code, as it was a formal event, but I was told numerous times that I didn't need a suit jacket. Spent the afternoon getting ready for this event, nice pants and a nice shirt, then meet up with the family and everyone is wearing a suit jacket. I basically get bullied out of coming, and no one would lend me another jacket for the event, so they say I should just go home and take care of my toddler.

I end up back at my house which is on a handful a acres, but in this dream world it was a little different than before, and the best way I could explain it is that it is urban acreage. After a while of watching my kid in the house I get bored. It's a single level home, but my child and I take an elevator to the ground level, and walk down to the neighbors house to meet them. There are about a dozen people that live there and while we are shaking hands and making friends...BOOM...

..the concussion from this gun shot shook me and everyone in my dream. (I could feel the Shockwave and loss of breath in my dream.). One of the new neighbors I just met mentions that it's their other neighbor with a .50 cal shooting, we just hadn't realized yet that he was coming our way. It was a long .50 like a barret. He comes into view, lays down in the field away from us, as everyone is confused why he is choosing to target practice so close to everyone... he then stands up and literally 360 no scopes my neighbor and blows his head off. I take my son and am paralyzed in fear for a moment.

The shooter continues to take close pop shots on this crowd of people, and when I get the chance, I retreat up the hill with my son in my arms. There were some others retreating our way, but they didn't make it and met their deaths to the shooter.

We make it back into the elevator, and get back into the house. My windows face where the shooter is, and I take a gander out of one, and the shooter locks on to me. I get out of the way and no-shots.. I put the blinds over that window. I put my kid to sleep in a room on the other side, and grab my hunting rifle.

Shots keep ringing out and many people perish. Everytime I try to lock on to this dude, he spots me, and I have to go hide for a little bit. The only reason he has not moved is because he knows I'm actively trying to return fire.

I got "smart" in the dream and instead of using my scoped rifle, I start unloading mags from a handgun on him and end it.

Flashfoward a bit and everyone gets back from the conference and is in disbelief of what happened... this is around the time the dream started to fade. ........ I woke up at like 4am and was very uneasy this morning, as it all felt very real, and anytime I have dreams with that vivid of gunshots, it weirds me out to how it effects all 5 senses while I sleep.

This dream was a saga, but this is definetly the abridged version: We were traveling to an energy and gem conference, and we spent alot of time and money to get there. I had asked multiple times the dress code, as it was a formal event, but I was told numerous times that I didn't need a suit jacket. Spent the afternoon getting ready for this event, nice pants and a nice shirt, then meet up with the family and everyone is wearing a suit jacket. I basically get bullied out of coming, and no one would lend me another jacket for the event, so they say I should just go home and take care of my toddler. I end up back at my house which is on a handful a acres, but in this dream world it was a little different than before, and the best way I could explain it is that it is urban acreage. After a while of watching my kid in the house I get bored. It's a single level home, but my child and I take an elevator to the ground level, and walk down to the neighbors house to meet them. There are about a dozen people that live there and while we are shaking hands and making friends...BOOM... ..the concussion from this gun shot shook me and everyone in my dream. (I could feel the Shockwave and loss of breath in my dream.). One of the new neighbors I just met mentions that it's their other neighbor with a .50 cal shooting, we just hadn't realized yet that he was coming our way. It was a long .50 like a barret. He comes into view, lays down in the field away from us, as everyone is confused why he is choosing to target practice so close to everyone... he then stands up and literally 360 no scopes my neighbor and blows his head off. I take my son and am paralyzed in fear for a moment. The shooter continues to take close pop shots on this crowd of people, and when I get the chance, I retreat up the hill with my son in my arms. There were some others retreating our way, but they didn't make it and met their deaths to the shooter. We make it back into the elevator, and get back into the house. My windows face where the shooter is, and I take a gander out of one, and the shooter locks on to me. I get out of the way and no-shots.. I put the blinds over that window. I put my kid to sleep in a room on the other side, and grab my hunting rifle. Shots keep ringing out and many people perish. Everytime I try to lock on to this dude, he spots me, and I have to go hide for a little bit. The only reason he has not moved is because he knows I'm actively trying to return fire. I got "smart" in the dream and instead of using my scoped rifle, I start unloading mags from a handgun on him and end it. Flashfoward a bit and everyone gets back from the conference and is in disbelief of what happened... this is around the time the dream started to fade. ........ I woke up at like 4am and was very uneasy this morning, as it all felt very real, and anytime I have dreams with that vivid of gunshots, it weirds me out to how it effects all 5 senses while I sleep.

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