Shot

Another dream in which I am shot (or at least about to be). 

I had this dream shortly after the club shooting in Orlando in June 2016. I'm in a parking lot at night, having just left a venue. A dark-haired man shows up and I don't see the gun at first, but someone else does because they start screaming. I drop to the pavement between two cars in an attempt to hide. The gunman shoots two people, then somehow is right behind me. He drags me out into the middle of the parking lot so that everyone can see us. He has his arm around my throat and his gun is against my right eyebrow, the nose pointing down my face. I can hardly breathe, I'm so scared. I know there's no way that I'm going to get out of this alive so I'm just left in suspense, waiting for him to pull the trigger. I'm sobbing and begging and slobbering. I'm saying "Please, no, please," because I want him to turn the gun and shoot me in the temple, kill me quickly. I don't want him to shoot down my eyebrow because I'm afraid he's going to shoot my face off and I'll die slowly, drowning in my own blood. I don't remember what happened after that.

Nine White Horses

My friend Bel and I are sitting in the field behind my parents' house eating lunch. The weather is fair, there's no snow and it isn't cold but it isn't hot, either. Nine white horses trot out from the woods on either side of the field and group around us. Horses generally make me rather nervous and this is no exception, but I hold out the apple that I was in the middle of eating to the nearest horse and it eats it right out of my hand. Bel follows suit and we feed the remainder of our apples to the horses. The specificity of the dream - nine white horses - struck me as strange.