For the most part lately I’ve been having weird dreams but the one I just had was horrible.
We were turning down what I can only guess is a dirt road, it was winter and snow packed. A fourwheeler pulled in just before us. He didn’t even get 10ft in before loosing control and going over the bars into a telephone pole. We came to a stop cms before the bike. In the nightmare I had thought we hit him and killed him it wasn’t until after waking up did I realized we didn’t touch him. However 2 more bikes came up behind us and all they saw was what I saw, our van, a bike and a dead guy. And what I can only assume is the dead guys friends started shooting at us. My husband took off and they followed continuing to make us their target. They finally got my husband in the arm and the van came to a stop. And just in front of us there was a cliff. So I’m hiding under the dash in the footwell with my husband screaming in pain the shooters getting closer and me fearing that were about to roll over the edge. Thankfully my husband grabs the wheel again….. Then I woke up