Nightmares are made of this...

The other night, I had a nightmare (kind of rare for me) involving my dad and me being shot.

I was in a library or somewhere with my dad and some other people on the other side of the building. Someone came in, looked around then left. When the person came back, he yelled at my dad, "You aren't GOD!", then shot him. My dad died immediately, then I was shot as well.

Somehow, I managed to stay alive long enough to try to get in contact with several people, to tell them that I'd been shot and that I was dying. No one was available, so I ended up leaving messages and feeling frustrated.

I don't know how to explain it, to be honest. I just know that it scared me - and still bothers me.