easily one of the most hellish nightmares of my life
I was leaving a restaurant/bookstore/something with my boyf, bestf, and bestf's mother. We were walking in this dark alley way, and I see a wallet on the ground. I go to pick it up and see who it belongs to, and boyf starts telling me not to do that because it's dangerous/this neighborhood is sketchy/look at that guy over there eyeing us. Then I stand up and see that someone has slid a vacuum sealed used drug syringe into my hoodie pocket. I then shut up and go pale. We continue to walk into the parking structure, and see kids with these weird paintball guns/stiff globs of exploding paint. I walk toward the car, while everyone else has stopped.
then I start getting attacked. They start to shoot at me with the paintball guns. A white van drives through and tries to hit them/scare them off, but they just keep aiming for my throat. I'm running through a mess of them, and they keep hitting me in the throat, and I scream for people and no one comes to help. I woke up panting, holding onto my throat like I had been in my dream to protect it.
I woke up kind of struggling to pull myself out of the dream. I was full of adrenaline and fear and it was so fucking scary. I had to go check the locks on the doors again to make myself feel safer.
Holy eff. I hate nightmares like that. I don't think I've ever had one that intense.
