I woke up this morning because of a freaky dream I had. I don’t always dream, and neither do I dream of bad things. This morning’s dream was a bit exceptional. To be honest, it wasn’t the first time I dreamt of these kind of things. I had dreams similar but I don’t really know what made me write about this. I was at this place, I don’t know if school or a different place or a place I’ve been to. I was sitting on a plank above others, I’m not even sure why the hell I was there. But I was with someone, an important person though, I don’t really remember the face. She was on a lower plank doing something, painting I think it was. I was watching the people below me, how they moved, how they went about, how they rambled on with each other.
Suddenly, a mascot came in. He was colored blue and light yellow I think, he looked a bit like a bear. When I first saw the mascot, I already got the chills. I felt I had to be scared and it reminded me of Pointbreak.
It was then he started shooting. I couldn’t look. My heart started pounding. I could hear screams from below. I couldn’t bear to look at that important person with me. I was too scared that if I looked then she might be … well, shot. Then when I looked down, the mascot was looking at me. He had the gun pointed at me.

That’s when I forced myself to wake up. I wasn’t crying or anything. But my heart was beating so fast. What did it mean? Not that every dream had to have a meaning. I don’t know. It’s just really weird. I don’t even know why I had that dream. I felt really scared. And the first thing on my mind was: I didn’t want to die.