Posted 06 November 2018 - 03:30 PM
So there was this old building I was living in. Not sure if it was an orphanage or some type of private school or what but I remember it was me and a handful of kids maybe like 4 or 5 adolescents. I want to say we had been training but maybe it was just regular schooling. They had accents don't remember if I did cuz I'm not sure if I spoke or not but this was definitely a European School.
One day almost as if we were expecting it on a kind of foggy rainy day we start seeing all the scuffle outside and in the smoke and fog we see muzzle flashes and hear gunshots. We knew they were coming our way so all the kids just kind of flipped and went hiding. Of course I didn't hide where the majority of them had because I figured we'd be better off if we were scattered out a little bit. I was thinking about going out the back door opposite of the main entrance but there are muzzle flashes out there too and they were closer than the ones up front so I backed up and headed into a bathroom I think? There are a lot of bathrooms in this dream. I don't know if that's where I decided to stay but I remember a room with a tub and shower curtain.
Anyways, closed the door and waited cuz they were already inside these soldiers and tan uniforms with red hats. The door starts to open and I stood against the wall behind it waiting as a rifle with a Bayonet just slowly crept its way into the room. I reached out to grab it but didn't commit to it so I touched the gun a little bit so the soldier knew I was in there and started violently thrusting the bayonet in and out of the room. I timed it just right and grabbed it during one of his thrusts, pulled him into the room, disarmed him, turned the gun around and tried to fire but it wouldn't. It was some type of single-shot weapon but it was weird when I got it in my hand it just seemed like some wooden toy gun. I kept flipping latches thinking they were safeties trying to get it to work and eventually it did fire and he dropped. There is another guy on the stairs that was coming down and I had a super tiny handgun like a snub nose 38, really small, kind of cute and I had the same issue with that too. I tried to click back the hammer and fire but nothing happened. eventually I fired that one and I shot the guy that was on the stairs too.
The kids I was with originally were nowhere in sight I tried to go into the room that they had hidden they weren't there. Went and looked out the back door and I saw other soldiers coming in they were wearing more like mint green uniforms. I'm not exactly sure who they were but you know how in dreams sometimes you just have a feeling about who people are and I was led to believe that this was the opposing Army who was there to help us. As they were making their way towards the building prepared to enter it there was a guy that was already in the building a heavier-set bald guy with like a scarf around his neck, a heavy coat, and smoking a cigar was seen. he just looked like bad news and I felt like he was coming for us so I ran again into another bathroom but it was more like a public bathroom cuz it was a stall instead of a normal room. I went to a (The?)stall and I close the door it's not like anybody couldn't have just bent down and saw my feet but I pressed my back against the wall again waiting.
I don't think there was a door to that room but I can hear the guy's shoes hitting the tile coming closer to me every step echoing as I couldn't hear any gunshots in the distance anymore was just silent other than his steps. Then I hear him stop right in front of the stall door. It was a traditional turning door handle knob on the stall door but even though it was locked I couldn't get the striker to fit into the whatever the hell you call it on the door frame. I guess the thing on the door frame is the striker and then the actual little thing that slips into the strikers called something else I don't know but I couldn't get the door to close securely so I just backed off and waited. He opened the door slowly like the soldier before him, the loud squeaking of his hinges the only thing I could hear. Scared out of my mind I should have been able to hear my breath but I held it well. He knew I was there, I knew he knew I was there, but still pretended as if I wasn't hoping that I can have a moment where I can get the drop on them. Also like the soldier before him who slowly stuck his gun into the stall at the door he was holding a German Luger though. he got his weapon in there further than the soldier with his rifle, turns the barrel towards me right where my chest was and before I even had time to react he pulled the trigger.
Now I've always hated gun dreams because I feel pain. I've been shot in these dreams and it sucks so after I was "hit" it took a few seconds but I slowly slumped down to the floor and kind of a squat with my back still against the wall but it wasn't because I was in pain but because I was trying to avoid the rest of the shots that I knew were coming. the guy shot 5 more times and stopped for a few moments. I didn't move but I was watching the door like a hawk. It opened a little wider, he took a step in and, as soon as I was able to see the tip of his nose, I shot off the wall screaming and I had a little knife on me that I plunged right where his neck and his chin meet and I stabbed him and I stabbed him and I stabbed him and I probably took that blade to every inch of his face and neck. I don't think any normal human could have done the damage that I did with the blade that I had but by the time I was done he just face look like a zombie killer clown it was just mush practically. He fell backwards onto the floor still but for some reason I had it in my head that he was still alive I don't know how you survive something like that but he was completely motionless. I stared at him for a few moments just happy that he was down and then I slowly turn and staggered towards the mirror in the bathroom exhausted. I should have been drenched in blood but for some reason I wasn't I was pretty clean. I had already started lifting my shirt up when I approached the mirror so when I finally saw myself and took a look at the spot where the bullet wound should have been there was just a little bruise there. I was expecting a hole, thought it was adrenaline that stopped the pain because I felt the bullet hit but no worse than somebody underhand tossing a rubber ball that I didn't catch. I stared at that bruise in shock up until the moment I woke up
There nothing, even REMOTELY close, that I've seen or heard of in any form recently that could've lead to the creation of this one. I'm completely stumped