Dream 1.4.2012

I somehow found myself in a large shooting range trying out huge video-game-style weapons. I was, in many ways, the most bad-ass person there and a salesman-type following me around as I tried out different guns. It seems I was rich or prestigious in some way and deserved this kind of attention. There was very little concern for safety, basically all the targets were just high up, but people were everywhere, including workers near the targets. After locating the weapon that I liked the most and destroying a target, the salesman had me try gripping it a new way and I immediately felt uncomfortable but shot anyway and saw blood spurt out from a worker near where I was shooting.

The salesman-type rushed me back to the clubhouse, suggesting that he would take care of any issues arising from the accident. I felt very strange and wandered around through some back rooms until I saw a man with a gun-shot wound in his back on a couch, topless, and clearly struggling. No one seemed to be helping him so I checked in with him, gave him a bucket to spit blood into and he responded with something like, "good, because I am sometimes spitting up blood," and I left the room. I couldn't forget about him so I went to the kitchen and made an ice-pack. It was a tricky process and I fumbled over it quite a bit.

I brought the ice pack to him and touched his skin to see if he was hot. He felt very cold and so I immediately dropped the ice-pack, put my jacket over his shoulders, sat next to him on the couch, and slipped my hand under the jacket to put pressure on the wound. It was clear to me that he would die without help. He reached over and embraced me, saying something like, "I'm doing this because I'm very cold," as he did it. This touched me very deeply as I of course suspected that I had shot him.

I then made up my mind to save him, I swung my legs over his legs and kept my hand on his wound and we embraced as I thought about Jesus Christ and imagined the blood leaving his lungs. I bargained with Christ, opening my heart to whatever forces might assist me in healing this man. I was on the verge of tears for a while during this process but never cried.

After a time the man sat more upright for a moment and said something like, "I'm going to live!" and put his arms up in celebration before collapsing again into a hunched position. I woke up soon after that, holding him until the end.