last night I had another nightmare, one that I woke up after with a pounding heart and being frightened of anything that moved. Here is the dream:
I was in a wheelchair-don’t ask me why, I just was- and I was wheeling with my sister to school, and stayed with her for a while, then I went to wheeling to West High school in Salt lake, where I used to live. I walked close by a house I frequently had to pass, and this guy is standing there, pointing a shotgun at my head. I ran and somehow got into a house, where the inhabitants were all racists against white kids. One of them ran after me, shouting, “You fwuking white kid! I’ll blow your head off!” I ran outside and got a bike, then I commandeered it home, where I told my mom not to let anyone in. She asked me what I did and I told her I did nothing, that these people were after me for no reason. Suddenly they break in and try to shoot me, but end up hitting my dad, and then I grab my dad’s knife and ended up cutting their heads off.
I woke up with a pounding heart that wouldn’t quiet for a long time, and I was scared of anything that moved in the house, and I’m still a bit paranoid.