Dream Journal, 6/27/13 wrote:I'm in a school gym. Ethan is there too. The Military runs in shooting everybody. I run and do Parkour rolls to try to not get shot. It doesn't work. A bullet glanced the left side of my head. I collapse. Even though I could have moved, I don't as to not get shot again. It doesn't work. I get shot in the right buttock. The pain is tremendous, but unlike most everyone else, I'm not dead. Neither is Ethan.
The General in charge of the operation walks over to the far side of the gym, and tells all of the survivors to come with him. Ethan limps over, but I roll, since the pain is too severe to walk, and I'm not yet used to it. He brings us to the hallway, but he brings me separately to a kitchen-type room. As he walks towards me, I see him lock the door. I start to panic. By now, I am able to walk, although it is quite painful. The general pulls a knife from a sheath on his belt. He grabs a bottle of poison and starts pouring it on the blade. It is lime green. He isn't watching me. I walk over to where he is, and make a grab for his knife. After a brief struggle, I get it. I block his sporadic punch with my left arm, and stab him with his own knife.
I pull my trusty pocketknife from my pocket. I look at the General, he's obviously hurt very badly, although his face didn't show any pain, just hate. I come at him with my pocketknife, and realizing stuff like this doesn't really happen, I stop to observe the room. The General is approaching with the poisoned knife he pulled from his chest. I am completely off guard. Just when he is about to stab me, I wake myself up.
At the end of the dream, I became semi-lucid. Lucid enough to wake myself up, a skill I learned when I was around five.