Horrible dream!

This dream was just awful! I don't know how it got in my head, but here it goes.

It started that I was back in high school, and there was a new program implemented that allowed suicidal students to be legally executed. I had done something really stupid, like dropped my keys or lost them or something, and I was REALLY angry with myself, so I decided to sign up to get myself executed (!). As that day was drawing to a close, I began to realise what I had actually done. I was going to DIE. After that, I literally would not be living anymore. So, I was obviously terrified. I went to school reluctantly the next day.

A girl approached me and the first thing she said was "Hey, I heard you're getting executed today. Do you want me to be your shooter?" because in this, if we wanted to be executed we had to have either someone to shoot us or we had to hire a firing squad, though the condition with the one-person shoot was that that person had to be shot, too. I said "I guess, but I don't really think I want to go through with this now . . . I mean, I don't want to die!". A boy overheard us and said to MY shooter, "I'm going to be executed today, too. I'll be your shooter." So before I could mark my name off the list or tell someone I had made a mistake, a man came into the classroom with a rifle and handed it to the girl. She aimed it at me to shoot, but just as she fired I dodged out of the way. The bullet hit the girl beside me in the arm, and she went ballistic and pulled out a machine gun (!!) and sprayed bullets around the classroom, killing the boy from before. I ran away from the room and behind a counter, where another student was kiding. She told me to get away and to hide somewhere else because this was her counter, but I just moved away and she was content.

When I saw the first opportunity to do so, I ran for it and went to the nearest payphone. A boy was following me as well. I dialled 911 quickly and shouted "Help! There has been a shooting in my school! I'm at (the name of the) school. One person's already been killed! HELP!" I then bolted out of there and went outside where the buses usually were. Everyone thanked me for dialling 911, but I wasn't so sure. "It was my fault, though," I said. "I should never have signed up." Then, ambulances, police cars, firetrucks and several flatbed trucks with dogs in them came to take us to a safer place.

Horrible! I should note that the girl with the rifle, the boy who was to shoot her and the girl behind the counter were all people I know from my waking life. That made the dream even more haunting.