My dreams are more violent and sickening. The worst was this one:
I was out with my mom, brother, and my mom's boyfriend. We were walking to Wal-Mart to go shopping or something when I noticed a man sitting with his baby. His baby had a gun...So I cautiously walked back and told my mom not to go near them. For some strange reason, my mom walked up an asked if he was seven. Not only was that a strange question, but why did she ask that? Then the man set down his baby, got up, and pulled out his own gun. Next, he shot and killed my mother...I couldn't take that. I, without knowing I even had one, also pulled out a gun. I shot the man down. But one of the most scary parts, was that that didn't stop me. I continuously shot the man, not caring whether he was dead or not. Then, my mom's boyfriend and my brother tried to stop me. I, rapidly pulling the trigger on the gun, which seemed to never run out of bullets, turned around. That was a mistake. I had accidentally shot both of them...I then didn't know what to do, so I took the gun, gripped the trigger, and...woke up! This is all true.