I walked up to this high school, and then suddenly I'm inside on the top floor looking out of this big glass floor to ceiling window.
and I see the guy walking up from the parking lot from the big glass window, combat boots. and something about the way he was walking and the expression on his face looked, not right. something was threatening about him just in the way he dressed.
I could tell you know, this guy was about to come shoot this place up. Next thing you know you hear an announcement come on about the shooter. And we were told to stay where we were, and hide.
I thought that was stupid, it seemed smarter to me to run out the door. But nonetheless, no one else in my room was running so I hesitated, thinking about it. Should I go? Every milisecond that passed by felt like hard hot iron pumping through my body and I was getting more, and more nervous like the feeling a train approaching you- about to smash you in the face. I breathed heavily thinking about it and eventually turned around and headed for the door swiftly and said, "Get out here" to the other people.
As I headed for that door, I saw the shooters face, sure enough it was the threatening kid from the parking lot. He was coming up some stairs and that allowed just a bit of a delay for him to sort of, smirk, and slowly draw his weapon and point it at us, and in that time, I ran in the opposite direction away from the door and screamed at everyone "get down!"
As no one else was aware he was just seconds from blasting us with an automatic weapon- they were all facing the other way.
I watched the room explode to bits in slow motion almost. Saw dust from the books floating in the air, and the bits of peoples shirts as the bullets ripped through their flesh. It was massacre. I saw the pained looks on their faces, their contorted bodies falling to the ground stiffened mid air by the shots fired into the backs and their heads. I watched the glass that surrounded us glimmer in the sunlight as it dismantled and crumbled into shards to cover the ground. Blood soaked.
As soon as I came to my senses a bit I looked to my right and saw my friend in full range of bullets flying toward him, all I had time to do was reach my hand out to him with a look of worry on my face, and he turned and looked at me, knowing it was too late as the bullet launched into his back. I didn't have time to watch him fall to the floor, because at that point I knew the next bullet was coming for me, and I quickly ducked with my head to my knees and then laid flat, and "army style" crawled out of the room. It was very smokey for some reason down low.
I knew the shooter might see me leaving, but I had enough time to get to the door, and run down that hallway and hopefully pick up enough speed, and make enough turns or do something clever on the spot to lose him- maybe out smart him.
So I ran as fast as I could, and then, I ran *faster* figuring, I had to burn through muscle if I wanted to give myself even three seconds of time to get around this corner. I gave it everything I had, the fastest I had ever run.
And clipped the corner so fast, I sort of scooted around it because I couldn't slow down enough to make the turn smoothly. and then I launched myself off the wall and headed for two large glass doors.
the scenario I'm describing, I realized upon waking, is the actual, exact replica, scenario of Columbine. The reason it was smokey is because the students initially threw down smoke bombs to disorient the victims, and make it difficult for you to see them coming.
There was two glass doors down a long hallway with white floors, and square blocks of color, lined with lockers. These glass doors are where many students tried to get out at- and after making it to a grassy area, were shot and killed.
The area I was in previously, was the infamous, and ominous library scene. Where students were murdered individually one, by one, almost in a personal manner. The shooter took the time to look them in their faces, and had them say their last words, and then shot them in the heads.
There was an exact scene as described by a survivor, that happened in my dream, where someone watched their very close friend die, looking to them in a blink, and, basically watching the life go out of their eyes right across from them.
However at this point, the dream ran off course from rehearsing Columbine scenes and developed a life of its own.
I ran out of the school and up to the nearest car driving by a bit slow on a nearby passing road. Two young girls who appeared to be dressed kind of, 80's 90's, I guess playing off of the Columbine time period still. And it was an old Volkswagen, I believe blue or green. It kind of jerked forward when they stopped so suddenly as I thrusted my hands into their open window and screaming "STOP STOP HELP HELP THERES A SHOOTER, THERES A SHOOTER"
I was so frazzled I could hardly find the words as they bubbled out of my mouth. They saw me, a mess and in panic, covered in sweat and believed me. And as soon as their vehicle was stopped I crawled into the window of the car, without even asking them if it was ok, and I said, "JUST DRIVE. DRIVE." and the girls looked at me like "what the fuck???" and I'm like DDDDRIIVVVEEEEE!!!! GOOOOOO!!!! GO GO GO GOOO!
And they took off rather fast, peeling out of there with a loud screech.
and as things calmed down, I was explaining to them there was someone at that school shooting the place up with automatic weapons, just mowing down students left and right. And they were like, "do you think it's over now?" and then it occurred to me, I needed to go back and do something to help get those students out, or something.
And so I was like, "shit what should I do?? what should I do??? should I call the police" and they were like, "I'm sure the police has already been called and is on it" and as she said that several police cars go swiping by us with their sirens on.
And I said, "I have to go back. I need to get someone help." (I imagined my friend bleeding out on the floor of the library).
So they took me back and I approached the school from a grassy area, it was quiet. I wasn't sure at this point if the shooter was gone. But I heard nothing. I thought, he took a break to reload.
Several other students and older people like, I believe teachers, I don't know. Had joined me and were slowly approaching the school from the grass to go in, and get out people who were injured. And call out for people, to see who was hiding- still alive. To get them out while there was still a chance.
I had reason to believe the entire place was going to blow, is why I wanted to do this. I just somehow knew it wasn't over yet. Typically people like this have an explosion up their sleeve somewhere.
And I said that to a guy standing next to me, I said, "I think this place is going to blow" a man with a yellow shirt, greying hair, khaki pants and a tie. Most likely a teacher of some sort.
Soon after I said that, out approached the shooter, he loads, and in the time he is loading and approaching us, most people started running in every direction. And I just got behind this large column. And shrunk myself down very small.
I watched every single person I was with there, get mowed down and murdered. Falling to the ground dead. Some of them coughing up blood as they hit the pavement. Blood puddling up under thier bodies and oozing out onto the pavement. It was everywhere. Everywhere.
And I felt the bullets hit the column I was hiding behind. Once. a breath. Then another. I breathed again.
He got closer. And closer.
My breathing increased, he shot at the edge of my foot he could see from behind the column and began taunting me. Saying he was coming for me or something like that. That he wasn't going to forget me or something. In a playful manner.
I thought about begging for my life, but I quickly thought it over and imagined him having no empathy for me and shooting me point blank as I begged. I knew that I wasn't going to be the exception, who he'd show any mercy for. And I couldn't talk him out of this insanity now, he was too far gone.
Step, step and another step. Getting consecutively louder and more daunting.
I thought about running but it was too late. I had no chances anyway.
And just as he was about to be, too close. I woke up.
