I’m either at an event, like a fall fair or exhibition, or I’m in a small town that has a lot of activity, I’m not quite sure. What I am sure of is that I’m not having a very good time. People keep shooting me, and it’s getting really irritating. Every direction I go a new bullet pierces through me. It’s not particularly painful, just a burning sensation, and although it doesn’t hinder me in moving around, it’s quite maddening.

As I walk out of the exhibition hall, I feel another bullet pierce my left thigh and I decide I have had enough. I walk through town, taking more bullets as I go, and eventually leave the town behind me.

I walk back to town, I have the idea that if I just stay in the upper level of buildings people will stop shooting me. I am in what seems to be a hayloft in a stable, the only access is a ladder. There is a young girl grooming her horse. I tell her the horse shouldn’t be here, it can’t climb the ladder. She looks at me and carries on grooming her horse.  With nowhere else to go, I climb down the ladder, and immediately feel a bullet pierce my stomach.

I’m leaving town again, this time on a city bus with my friend Nora. We have dozens of bags and packs piled on the seat just in front of us. I sense we are nearing the stop where we need to disembark and I’m worrying about how we will collect up all our things in time to exit the bus. As I reach to press the “stop” button, Nora says she needs to go to the washroom. I look back and see only seats. She gets up, moves to the back of the bus and disappears through a door marked “Washroom” that is in the side of the bus.

I’m not sure if I should press the stop button, will she be back in time? I can’t get off the bus if she isn’t back, and if we don’t get off here we might not be able to get off at all. If I go back and knock on the door, I won’t have time to ring the “stop” buzzer.

Before I decide on a course of action, the bus makes a sharp left turn and starts on a completely new route.

I wake up.