I had this nightmare where I was already being haunted by a ghost, but after a while I learned how to beat it up and it never came back. But then somehow my family wronged this bunch of thugs. Those thugs were all gathering a crew and surrounded my house. they all started to storm in, and a minute before they came in I called 911, no one came or answered my call for help, I was panicing. I screamed at my family to get into one room, so we went into my parents room, I created an impromptu barrier, but one guy on meth squeezed through the doors and then shot my father and at me while I was hiding underneath a blanket. I had no idea where Gabe was and I was too late for him. But I managed to take that gun away from that man and I then shot him in the mouth, then threw him out the window. my dad was shot in the arm and my mother was still down there screaming. I ran downstairs with the gun and proceeded to shoot every thug in my house. my mother was dead, I couldn't find gabe and jonah and I was so scared. I went outside of my house to check the yard, a couple of those people were still alive and had guns. I was shot at three times, but I dodged every shot. I killed those two people after they shot me. I can't imagine ending a human life, but I can imagine it if someone did anything like that to my family. I'm so glad its over. the ghost dream just turned from ghosts to complete shit. ahhhhhh. at least they were all creeds and genders, this way I know my subconscious doesn't really discriminate what i'm afraid of.
