High School

Night of June 1st
I'm in high school. It's a made up building, but I've been there several times in my dreams. Usually I get lost in the massive building, struggle to find my classes, forget to go to some, and feel very confused. This time I go through a whole day of classes without incident. I am waiting for my older brother in our usual meet spot when I see a friend looking sad. He's a little person. Sitting by himself. He's on the second floor of the building, on a ledge overlooking the front doors from the side. The entire entrance is huge windows, and the ledge has glass walls as well. I go up the elevator that's right there to sit with him and ask him "What's up?" He had a rough day. I'm comforting him, assuring him that I am his friend. 3 younger boys come to the ledge and tell me to move out of the way. I stand up and grab the oldest by the arm, twisting it hard as I shove him away. He falls over. "Leave him alone," I say sternly. They leave. I sit down again and hug my friend. "I got your back" and smile at him. I told him I should go meet my brother. As I walked off I heard a gut wrenching sound. Gunshots. Fully automatic weapon. Right at the crowded entrance of the school where everyone is trying to leave. There are 2 long bursts. A single scream pierces through the school. My heart is racing and I call 911.

911, what's your emergency?
I think someone's shooting people at the high school.
Excuse me?
I heard gunshots, and a girl screamed!
Do you want me to send a patrol car?
Please. At least one.
They're on the way.

And I hung up. The school is 3 stories tall, I had to make sure everyone knew. As I got back in the elevator I saw a guy walking around the corner below me and the barrel of a gun. The doors closed before I could see who. As I got off the elevator there was a group of people all trying to call 911. It wouldn't go through, everyone's phone just beeped. Our heads snapped around as we heard more gunfire on the second floor. More screams. Screams cut short. People panicked and scattered, looking for places to hide. Nobody was willing to go near the exposed stairs or down the elevator where he could be waiting. We were trapped. Terrified. The lights started turning off. I went into a lounge area where there were several very long couches with big pillows, and high tables with chairs. Students often came here to study and do group projects. I found a good friend and we went to a couch. I tried to curl up in the corner of it. He sat next to me, and as I heard heavy footsteps approaching I quickly placed a giant pillow in front of him to help hide him. From my side I saw the shooter. Big black boots. Black trench coat. Black pants and shirt. Heavy black gloves. Hair spiked. I have seen him around in the hallways. That very day I'd seen him lean down and retie his boot. He stopped walking and the room was completely silent.

He took aim at someone on the other side of the room. I quickly slid my phone out of my pocket and dialed 911. The sound of the buttons caught his attention. He came over and grabbed my phone as it beeped. It didn't go through. He grunted and stepped back about 5 steps. He took aim. My eyes focused directly down the barrel. *click*. He was out of ammo. He kneeled down in the same way as he had to tie his boot. Only this time he pulled out a pistol. Stupid girl, I should have realized he wasn't tying his boot earlier. They didn't have laces. He was adjusting the pistol. He took a clip out of his pocket and began to insert it as he stood up. Before he could stand, I was on him. I sprang from the couch and jumped on him, knocking the pistol to the ground before he could load the clip. I managed to wrestle the larger weapon away. As soon as I had it, the dream jumped.

I was outside the building. Police cars were everywhere. I was walking to where the car was parked, and called my brother. He had left. I never came to the car, so he left. He left before the shooting started. As I was talking to him another friend came up and put his arm around me. He said he'd give me a ride home. I told my brother and hung up.

We drove to another school area first to talk, I think it was at another school. He saw people he knew so I told him I'd meet him at the building. I walked into a building and quickly realized it was a boys dorm. Oops. As I walked out the friend that had driven me saw me and we went into another small building. As we walked down a short flight of stairs to another lounge I was telling him how I jumped on the shooter. Two teachers from my school overheard. I hugged my friend. And then I woke up.