I woke up in a car accident when I was 15 years old and I was driving. Here's a weird one that happened to me a few days ago. I had a very disturbing dream and I'll tell the story. Ok, so my wife is one of those independent American Women who doesn't listen to me most of the time because she's head strong and she's independent. For example if she's driving and I ask her to make a left turn, she won't do it deliberately because no man is going to tell her what to do. This wonderful attribute she has aggravates me but I can't change her, "trust me I've tried" but she wore me down so I give up, lol. The name of the story is, "My wife got me shot". My wife and I are driving around looking for a place to let the dogs out and run around. So on the way to our destination she get's in a bunch of traffic, makes a wrong turn and needs to turn around. She pulls off onto a corner lot of a busy street and sits there for a minute to figure out where she's going. We'll we are sitting there for a minute or two so I get out to get a better visual of the best way to pull out of the busy corner we are on. Then I see a big truck backing up into the lot we were sitting in, "probably to turn around" and he's heading strait toward the back end of our car. So I yell at her to pull up a few feet and hurry. She doesn't listen to me and sure enough, he grazes the back end of our car causing damage. He get's out of his truck and acknowledges the damage. I asked him if he had insurance and he said no. I then said, "We'll you are gonna pay for the damage regardless". He pulls out a gun and say's, "I don't think so". I realized that the guy was about to pull the trigger so I yell at the wife to get out of here fast and then I start to run. She races away and I'm running across the street and into a large parking lot. The next thing I notice is the dude is driving/racing after me. I then see him get out of his truck about fifty yards away and he starts shooting at me. He hit's me in the arm twice while I'm still running away. I notice blood coming out of my arm and skin mangled on my forearm. Then the dude get's back into his truck and starts speeding toward me. I see a building and start running toward it and luckily the door was open. I run into the building and down the hallways checking for open doors and don't find any. Finally, I see a bathroom and dodge into it. I hear the dude running down the hallway so I get into one of the bathroom stalls and close the door standing on the commode in silence. The dude walks into the bathroom and I'm thinking that I'm about to be executed. I then wake up. Now if the wife would have just pulled up two feet when I asked her to then none of this would have happened.
I woke up because I tot that my dog shrunk but it was a stray cat sleeping in bed on my feet, my dog was at the door...