Jetta wrote:I had a dream I died the other night. Some guy grabbed me and tried to twist his arm behind my back. I didn't have a shirt on and my pants were unbuttoned. I struggled to get away and he lost it, shooting me in the forehead and stomach. He also shot someone else in the group.
The police came and they didn't even try to save me. They just put me in a body bag and let me lay there.
It freaked me out extremely bad because I have been struggling for years with suicidal thoughts and depression. A lot due to sexual harassment and assault. Taking medication for it and have been to the hospital. The dream really didn't help, though.
Oh, ouch, poor you.
I hope you feel better.
Anyways, I have another dream that has really scared me for years. I had it when I was 9, and it was really weird because it represented something that happened AFTER this dream. It showed scenes of my grampa that died about a year ago. It showed images of him on the hospital bed and me crying beside it. Then it showed the room I was informed in of how he wasn't going to live. Finally it showed me and my dad in a hallway in the hospital with him hugging me and both of us crying as told me he was sorry.
I woke up in a cold sweat convincing myself that Grampa was alive and well, not dead. Four years later when that repeated in front of my eyes you can imagine I was now in shock. I hate that dream. It hasn't come back, and I sure as heck don't want it to.










