One shot.

Last night I had the scariest dream I've had in a very, very long time.

I was with my mother and we were taking a short cut through an alley and this man started chasing us. He had huge butcher knives in his hands and he was waving them around at us yelling for our money. My mother ran away without me and I was left standing there. I tried to dodge him but he kept flailling his arms. I threw my wallet at him, but for some reason gravity wasn't working and it landed at my feet. I sprinted. He took my wallet and stopped chasing me. I kept running. I got to a huge door, and I saw my mother. Relief. I got to the door and said "This man took my wallet!" And then I looked up and saw a tall asian man standing in the door. He lifted a gun to me and shot me.

I woke up covered in sweat and out of breath. It felt like there was a bullet hole in my neck for a second, then I rationalized and realised it was a dream. I got out of bed and tip toed across the floor to my mother's room. I could hear her breathing and decided against waking her at 2am for something so ridiculous.

I tried to concentrate on other things and fell asleep a bit later.