So basically I’m at my cabin except there’s more trees and it’s a bit distorted. I’m there with my family and boy friend and friend Kylie. There are these other men there who are older and scary looking and one of them has a shot gun. We can only see the man with the shotgun as he’s standing on a stand of some sort and shooting at us.

Me, my bf and Kylie are dodging bullets and running for cover until I’m shot in the right shoulder and bleeding bad. He makes me run to the little cabin/bunk house and I do.

I run inside and slam the door shut and hold it as best I can as my vision is fading in and out and I’m getting weak due to blood loss but I see Conlan and Kylie going away while shotgun man walks to the bunk house and the other men appear at the windows trying to get in so as I’m fading out in screaming for help as loud as I possibly can while crying until I collapse and wake up.

It’s been bothering me so much lately because that’s the most vivid dream I’ve had of my own death.

Tl:dr I dreamt my own violent death