"I was in a big room, a room in my school, but it was a weird room. A lot of us were in a corner, and one kid had a gun. We were all scared. I went over and was talking to him for a bit, then I backed off. There was a divider on the far left of the room, and the guy decided to try to shoot me. I kept moving around it so he wouldn't get me, but then he started walking toward me. There was this huge hole in the room, covered by layers of ascending squares. I didn't know how deep it was, but he started running toward me, so I went under it. I was hanging by a ledge over the pit, and then I think he shot me, but I couldn't feel it. I dropped, and I realized it was only a few feet deep.

I woke up in a hospital, where they told me I had been shot. I was like, "Wow, I hope they catch that bastard and kill him." Then I was telling someone how I had actually been the victim of a school shooting. Then my mom was driving me down a road, and I asked if she told my dad I'd been shot, and she said she hadn't had a chance to do so. We passed a huge black figure dancing on the side of the road, and I thought it looked weird."

When the guy was coming to shoot me, I was really, really, REALLY scared. I could feel the fear. The black figure looked a little like the grim reaper, but I wasn't scared of that. I hope this dream doesn't mean I'm going to die soon!