So in this dream/nightmare I was with my ex ( was my bf at the time in the dream). It begins with us on these stands outside watching a college art performance or something like that. Then we get up to leave and he looks back at the woman talking to the crowd and they both give each other this suggestive smile, like I like you type of thing, I feel so small. Then we walk into the city center, and we aren't really talking he says he needs to go to the library on the other side of the road and I decide to go to an art supply shop or something at the top of the street to the right, before he crosses the road there is a blue van with a loud engine that I notice immediately, then I see these dangerous looking men get out of it, and I just sensed they were going to do something bad. He doesn't notice and I just walk up to the store, when I am in there I notice everyone is on high alert because these men have gone on a rampage going into places shooting with machine guns, I am terrified and hundred of people goes to this large hotel car park complex for safety. I am on the ground floor with other people everyone is very nervous. There are security men with guns at the door guarding it, then all of a sudden they say they are coming over here everyone runs up to different floors of the building the top floors are large concrete car parks, where people are hiding under cars and anywhere where they hope not be seen, I am looking frantically for a place a good place to hide where I won't be seen but most of the places are taken, I can see people thinking they are hidden but it is very obvious they are there. I end up just running up to the very top floor where there are windows all over, and everyone is just standing there cause there is no where to hide, the security are telling people they are gradually making there way up to every floor, I am trying to think of a way to get to safety but there is none. I am thinking should i risk going down the stairs but then I could bump into the terrorist people going up and will definitely be killed, I am not ready to die, and terrified. I am then blaming myself like why did I follow everyone into this building, that I should have stayed outside and just ran away somewhere. I keep wondering if my ex is okay and am devastated I won't see anyone again and will die a brutal death. I can't remember how I survived but I did, and I remember later on sitting with my ex and his mother, and he is fine and is like they didn't even come into the library, he didn't care what I went through and he was happy he didn't have to go through any terror or thinking he was going to die, and was glad he went to the library, he said something like if you went to the library with me you would have been fine, making out that I was stupid to have gone where I did. I had all this regret like why didn't I go to the library, and that I could easily be dead by now and why am I alive
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