This is how I invision me DEAD. THIS POST WAS SOMEHOW LOST YESTERDAY. HERE IT IS AGAIN.
I've had a RECURRING dream which started in my early teens. This dream come to me when I least expect it. It comes over and over again.
It's about 9:00 pm and I'm visiting my best friend. All of a sudden, I'm outside her house and running away from her father who has a rifle and is trying to shoot me. Horrified, I run for the longest time. I finally go into the back seat of a car and hide there, pressing myself as far as possible onto the floor of the car. He finds me, points the rifle at me and shoots me in the back. I can feel the bullet entering my body and shattering all of my insides, then I die.
Strange that I always have this dream. My then best friend's dad, was the nicest man I ever met and provided wonderfully for his family. Infact, he and his wife, were my role model and I often envied Irma for having a dad like him.
Why is this kind and loving man, the one who keeps shooting me to death? I don't understand. I welcome your interpretation of this dream.
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