The beginning of it involved being at my alma mater, Emmaus Bible College. I don’t remember much of that. The part that I do remember is being outside in the parking lot–except that the parking lot was at my old church (Berean Baptist in Glencoe, MN). My mom and I were getting into a car when all of a sudden I heard gunshots. I looked out and there was a guy shooting somebody in a car. He saw me and fired a couple shots at me. I yelled at my mom to get down in the car. The assailant then began to shoot at other people in the parking lot. I pulled out my Ranger (it’s from the game, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2) and looked out the side of the car from the backseat. The assailant saw me and fired two shots at me before he ran out of ammo. I remember the “clicking” sound his gun made as he pulled the trigger to no avail. I stepped out of the car with the gun pointed at him. I remember his face became really fearful and then I pulled the trigger. Twice. Both shots hit him in the chest and he fell back and died. I don’t know if I actually woke up or not, but I remember my heart pounding in my chest and beating at an extremely high rate of speed. I’ve never experienced so much adrenaline running through my system.

A couple minutes later, I was back in some building with a hockey rink. No idea where I was. The shooting was a thing of the past.

It honestly kinda creeped me out because of how real it felt.

The End.