Stupid and violent dream

I don't know why, but when I post here it always seems like I post the bad dreams. I guess because they're the ones that stand out the most in my mind.

I was at some kind of party, absolutely packed with people. Mostly friends. For some reason, though, I was angry with most of them. I had a weapon on me that was small like a taser, but it had a cloaking device on and only I could see it. It fired like a machine gun, only silent. So I walked around the room and was shooting EVERYTHING in sight, including people. I'd have to shoot people five or so times before they died, though. So people were dropping like flies all around the room and things were shattering. I started to feel bad, though. One of the guys pulled out a gun and said "All right, who's doing this?" I felt a bit guilty, so I raised my hand. He shot me in the head immediately. Then I woke up.

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Ghost

I had a dream last night that I was in university, but my university was far, far different than it is now. There were two very large main buildings, and a huge beach and body of water in between them, with a few shacks and oddities on the way, as well as cliffs surrounding.

I was with a couple of friends and we were walking to classes. One of them had a class in one of the old shacks along the way, so I dropped her off and kept going. I got to my class and realised I wasn't feeling very well, so I went to leave and I was sick, spitting up blood and other loveliness. I went back into the classroom and noticed no one was paying much attention to me, except the teacher, who told the students that there WAS someone sitting in my seat and that it was me and I had died. I suddenly started to panic and looked out the classroom to see my boyfriend walking to another class. I ran out and followed him, hoping he would be able to see me as well. He was walking down the beach and to the other building. I followed him into the second building and called after him, but he couldn't hear me. I suddenly grew very sad because I knew he wouldn't be able to see or hear me, and I knew that even if he could, nothing would be done about it because he wouldn't be able to touch me or hug me. I stood on the staircase for a moment, letting people walk through me, when suddenly one of my waking university friends, Felipe, was there.

"Hey Katie, how are you?" he asked.
"Awful, I'm dead," I replied.
"Ahhh, no big deal. Let me buy you lunch," he said.
"I don't need lunch. I'm dead."
"Well, at least let me buy you some vanilla pudding. EVERYONE needs vanilla pudding." Which was strangely characteristic of him to say regardless.

So, Felipe and I went down to the cafeteria, where I thought about how I needed to find Mom and tell her. She is a prof at the university I go to in waking-life, so she was in the dream as well. I saw her across the cafeteria waving to me, but then I turned to look at her and walked toward her, and she frowned. She could tell something was up. To demonstrate this, I walked right through a table and she paled.
"Oh no," she said, "you're dead."
I showed her that there were some items I could interact with, for some reason. I could touch the couch and a nearby table but I couldn't touch people or the other table that I had walked through. It was strange. Mom was, as you can imagine, very upset and talking about it out loud. A few people figured out what was going on and started singing "Happy Death-day to you" (to the obvious tune of happy birthday), then woke up, very thankful that it was only a dream.

On an interesting note, in another dream in which I died, my mother was able to see me then, too. I don't have these dreams very often but they're very vivid when I do, and in both of them Mom was able to see me.

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.