Just had a fucked up dream about a friend I knew that died years ago. Guy was a little younger than me. Grew up in a shitty neighborhood with the wrong principles for life and ended up being shot and killed for it. The one time I'd been to his house he was showing legit automatic MAC-10s and all this other illegal shit he had. Even pointed a loaded gun at me to try and fuck with me once. Drove like a maniac too, like Walter White in those scenes where he's racing home because of some emergency, but this guy would do this just going to and from work. Dude was wild, but he was my friend and I have many fond memories about him.
Anyways, tonight I had a dream there was this big party in the house I grew up in. He was there and so were a bunch of people I haven't really spoken to in a while. He shows me this revolver he just bought and starts pointing it at me just like he did in real life ane I act super non chalant about just like I did in real life, only this time the fucking gun goes off and barely misses my lower back by a few inches. I moved just before it happened and remember telling everyone that I knew the gun was gonna go off pointed at me, but no one believed me. Anyways, my late friend starts apologizing and asking if I'm alright and how it was an accident, but I walk away from him into a separate room in the house and let my family know exactly what almost happened to me. My brother tells me to call the cops, hands me his phone to do so, and I convince him to subdue my friend before the cops arrive. I start sobbing because I realize just how close I was to being killed. I call the police hysterical and this nice old lady on the phone assures me that the police are coming and that he'll be taken away for a long time. She even talks about the insurance check we're gonna get from the bullet hole and starts making small talk about whether my mom should start renovating that part of the home now. She was really sweet. There were things I missed as she was speaking to me and she gladly repeated them when I asked. The dream ended with me crying and hiding in a room by myself in my house as I heard the wailing of my friend as he realizes he's going to prison and his life is over. I noticed some kids in the neighborhood outside a window looking over at our house wondering what happened.
There's plenty more vivid fuckery that occurred tonight, but I'll only tell this one arc of it. I was thinking about this friend a bit today, so I'm not surprised I dreamt about him. Still though, I was very disturbed when I woke up and thought about it. I don't believe in dream interpretations, but came to late because of how messed up I feel and decided to share. The worst thing about that dream was hearing him wailing in fear and sadness. I can still hear it and it sounds so real. I contemplated for a sec about how me calling the police on him maybe would've saved his life, but realized that people make their own decisions. If he hadn't been killed in a gunfight, then it probably would be something else. Only then he'd resent me. I miss him till this day, but it is what it is. People die I guess, then they come back to haunt our dreams.
Sorry for the fucked up story, but typing this out made me feel a lot better. Gonna try to catch some more Zs. Wish me luck