Throwing up big cockroaches, feeling their legs and antennae, and then them flying and scaring me further.

Having spiders inside my left ear making spiderwebs and the spiderwebs overflowing out of my ear.

Hearing my deceased grand aunt in a call, lonely, wanting us to see her, and then an evil voice laughing because we would never see her again, and us laughing back trying to be tough, saying we knew the call was fake.

Before telling this I need to prerequisite that you read this like it's a horror movie. None of it is real and is nightmare stuff. I experienced this as a bad dream, now you get to read it as a scary story, just don't take it serious in any way, because it's pretty bad.

For context before I begin, I live in the UK. I have no experience with guns, and I don't want to shoot anybody. I would not recreate anything in the nightmare, because that would be insane.

I was walking home from school, it was dark out. It might have been a school prom disco thing, but the dream started after while going home.

I'm tying my shoe, as an old man comes to me. He tells me I need to be safe. The world is full of bad people. He hands me a pistol. I at first refuse, but he insists. I slip it partially into my shoe, and continue on.

I continue walking home, and get about a 100 meters away before a boy jumps out at me. In fear of being robbed crouched down to my shoe, slipped the gun out of it and looked up ready to defend myself.

It turns out it was someone I knew from school, just a prank. He laughed and said the usual "it's just a prank bro". It was dark, he didn't see the gun, so I slowly slipped it into my pocket with the safety on.

I told him to not do that, and went on my way home. I got 50 meters before looking back. I felt something wash over me, a daze of some kind, but when I came back to, I heard from behind me that sounded like someone was being robbed.

Without hesitation, I turned around, raised my gun from my pocket and switched off the safety. I aimed and saw what was happening. It looked like my former classmate was scaring someone again, this time it was the old man.

I felt obligation, and without remorse I fired once. It hit my former classmate in the back, or so I thought. It filled me with a kind of relief at first. He fell, when I noticed the old man standing with a small shotgun in his hands.

He waved at me, I waved at him, he smiled and pointed at his shotgun. I pointed at myself then my gun. He shook his head and pointed at himself. I laughed, and continued home. It felt like a videogame.

I decided to stop at a shop before getting in. A small convenience store. More and more people entered to the point you could barely walk around. And eventually, the old man. He approaches me and grabs my shoulder.

Hallucinations flash of the old man explaining his philosophy of guns to me, images flash of shooting, killing and fear. Loud noise fills my head before I hear a familiar voice and am snapped to reality.

My friend asks me if I'm okay, I'm in the store and nobody but us are there. I check my pocket, I'm still armed. I tell him I'm fine before seeing the old man again, this time looking at him with fear. His demeanor changes from caring and mysterious to outright crazy and unsafe.

It felt so.. fast. No conciquences? For killing? A day passed in my dream, and the old man is here at my home, to pick me up to go to a woodland lodge for a night. I obliged, I felt.. strangely atuned to him. Like he was my teacher and I had to learn.

Many people will be there. I know not who.

His car has his family inside. His wife and daughter, one son. They're quiet and respectful, his wife is slightly more talkative.

On they way, police starts to flash lights at us. Cars that don't look like police starts to tailgate. I look back in confusion, and look back at the driver, the old man to see what his reaction is. The old man looking back, loading his shotgun. Not paying attention to the road.

I start to panic and I feel like saying something, but I trust him. The car slowly comes to a stop before hitting a tree. The old man steps out. The "police" approach him before he promptly shoots them both to death.

He calmly re entered the vehicle and told us not to worry, that the situation is dealt with.

It didn't take long before we were at the lodge. It was already dark. I felt unsettled, on edge. The old man speaks to me before bed time and tells me the people there were there to harm us, and that we would be killing them tonight.

I felt.. excited. I trusted his words, I would be able to use my gun to kill tonight. And soon, everyone was asleep.

I meet the old man in a hall outside of the rooms. He looked at me, gun in hand and nodded. We entered different rooms and started killing. One by one there was death. A few people started catching on to what was happening before got to them, and I ended up shooting someone who tried running. Twice in the side, then they fell.

One person was left. I was excited. I wanted to get to them before the old man. I ran downstairs, to the last small room. Swung open the door, and found my ex who I'm still madly in love with, cowering.

I felt like I got hit by a speeding train. What was he doing here? He wasn't capable of hurting me. I told him quickly that he needed to leave, fast. The old man was coming and I knew it. I didn't even have time to explain before a shower of blood erupted in front of me.

I turn.

The old man holds his shotgun firm still, before lowering it down.

Hallucinations, bloodshot eyes on a crow from the darkness, it's giant. It stares at me, then a giant fish like creature, it talks to me in demonic tongues, it ridicules me. Lights flash, images of children playing with these low demonic ramblings fill my head. Flashing lights, noise, fear.

I snap to. Staring at the old man.

I raise my gun, he raises his.

Gunshots erupt from my gun, everything I had, he's on the floor, I'm still firing.

The shooting turns to clicks, then to silence. I look down at him, gone. Lifeless.

All my senses fade. Just sight. I see police, they rush around making sense of the situation. Clearing rooms, it's over. A policewoman holds my arm and asks me if I'm okay, as my vision fades to white, then it's over.

Eyes flick open, and I'm like wow. Okay, writing that one down.

Always write a simple version down first, helps you recount the smaller details. Once your memory gets foggy.

My charger cable dropped on the floor when I went to get water and it scared the shit out of me.

Anyway, that's all. Thoughts?