Ever been shot in a dream? part II

moved into existing topic … there is also Dying in dreams - Part II for other forms of dying. :moogle:

This is an old dream, about 2002-2003
The setting is the end of a cul-de-sac in a small two story house. It starts in black and white and most of it is still in black and white. I convince some friends of mine to go with me to an abandoned house where there is a china hutch that has been left behind that I want. We enter the house through the garage door. When the door rolls up there is a man tied up on the floor who we release and then we enter the house. We walk down the front hallway, the house is set up so you can walk straight down a hallway from the front door to the back door. The back door is a set of french doors which lead to a small well manicured back yard with a pathway of large stepping stones. I step in to the yard and walk towards a tree. When I get to it I realize it is covered with thousands of Monarch butterflies, the whole trunk is orange, black, and red and the bark is not visible through the butterflies with green leaves above, and I feel delight in that. I then return to the house and go upstairs while my friends are downstairs. I go into the master bedroom and straight through the doorway is a jewelry armoire I look inside and it is filled with jewelry so I figure with the house being abandoned and all I fill my pockets with it. Proceeding farther into the room there is a beat up mattress on the floor and I turn and walk into the bathroom where the whole family that used to live in the house is floating in the garden tub taking up most of the bathroom and they have been drowned the water is red. I turn and run to the stairs drawing my metallic bubble gum pink Baretta .25. As I am running down the stairs a cat darts in front of me on the third stair from the bottom and trips me. I sprawl face down on the floor and the gun falls from my hand and slides across the floor where someone puts a foot on it to stop it. I can’t see the person, all I can see is a pair of black shoes, but it is the man we released from the garage. He bends to retrieve my pistol and puts it against the back of my head and pulls the trigger. Everything goes black and I feel myself dieing.