Why do you dream about shooting: seeing a shootout with a person, injuring an animal, pointing a weapon at a target

The interpretation of a night vision in which one dreams of shooting is given in various dream books.

The excitement of the dream may subside or become stronger after considering the options and comparing the details seen with the description in books.

A poor prognosis forces a person to be vigilant and attentive to life events.

Neck dream prediction

If in a dream you look in the mirror and see your neck - long, beautiful and well-groomed - your reputation will be strengthened in the near future. If your neck is decrepit and wrinkled, you will be slandered by your enemies. Feeling pain in the neck - misunderstanding between the older and younger generations will create an unfavorable environment in the family.

If you dreamed that your neck was decrepit and wrinkled, imagine that you smeared it with a wonderful elixir and it became young and beautiful (see Elixir). If you feel pain, imagine that you are wrapping a scarf around your sore neck - and the pain immediately goes away. You also give scarves to all your relatives (see Scarf).

Why do you dream about being shot in the chest? Why do you dream about a shot?

I dreamed about my summer kitchen, as it is in reality. Only the distance between objects is slightly greater. A man came in with a gun (I don’t really remember what he looked like). I hid behind the gas stove. Then, realizing that I couldn’t hide for long, I ran out and tried to twist the pistol out of my hands to the side (from the plot of the dream, I knew for sure that I had already done this once and either the bullet flew away or hit the shooter...). I can’t turn it out, I’m pinned to the floor. I understand that a shot is inevitable, I put my finger with the ring under the barrel (in the dream I thought that the bullet would rebound). The shot hits the head. The man disappears somewhere - apparently he left. Warmth spreads across the left side of my head. I'm calling an ambulance. I woke up on the bed of a doctor (apparently a paramedic - a room in a house (I live in the village now)), I start to tell him how it happened, he asks me - “why didn’t you tell the police?” I wonder what kind of police we are talking about. It turns out that they came and asked questions, but I don’t remember anything from the moment the ambulance was called. This is where the dream ended, most likely she woke up.

Wandered around a vast landfill at night. The moon was shining. I was looking for something interesting and useful in the heaps of garbage. I found some object. He began to take it apart and twirl it. Two “mafiosi” in suits emerged from a gap near the garbage heap (a building under the garbage heaps). Caught. Perhaps they brought him to his knees. One of them says: “I warned you not to be here.” He takes out a pistol. Points it at my forehead. I smile with all the breadth of my soul. He continues: “You think I won’t shoot you?” In a relaxed state, I continue to smile and there is no fear. There is only a barely noticeable excitement. I close my eyes. Shot in my head. A moment later I realize that I was shot in the head. No pain. Thought: “So, he shot after all.”

Hello. I dreamed about the second night of the war. I clearly heard the whistling sound of planes from a falling bomb. At that moment I was heading somewhere and saw a plane flying and I had to hide in the barn. Then I see my ex-husband, he’s kind of angry and says that you’re afraid look right and walks down the street under falling bombs. He comes up to me and shoots me in the head, I feel this pain in reality. But I stayed alive, here I see my work friends, I don’t remember what happened, and my grandparents and aunt the moment I woke up

There was a big shootout in the city when it ended, I went with my friends to visit, we got on the train, then we got into the elevator, but before we had time to go, we got out of the elevator, we were met by two people, one took out a gun and started singing, two of my friends started singing with him, but I didn’t knew the words, he put a gun to my head and shot, I still managed to run to the 6th floor, then I woke up at home, went for a walk and met a policeman who wanted to put me in prison, but I ran away from him

Hello! I dreamed that the three of us with our friends were sitting in some house. The girls were in the same room, one of them was pregnant; and I'm in the room near the exit. I heard a conversation between 3 men on the street near the door. They wanted to rob the house. They broke into the house. And one immediately shot me in the head. They (men) were scared and stood rooted to the spot. The pregnant girl called an ambulance and the police. And the second friend was with me. I didn’t feel pain, I didn’t lose consciousness. There was only fear and blood, a little on the floor and on my hands. Thanks in advance for the explanation))))

I woke up. She ran away from home. There is a school not far from our house, I ran to the end of the school fence, stopped and was shot in the temple and near the back of the head, but I was alive, ran to the nearest house, and then stopped and ran home, there was a lot of blood, my parents came home An ambulance was called.

I was standing and talking to someone, then we started quarreling and it turned out like in the movies, I had a gun in my hand, I screamed “no, no” and shot myself in the weight, and fell, and then another dream began

I was in a dream with some woman, as if we were secret agents. And my husband was very angry. I felt his anger right inside. And he shot me in the back, then in the head. and there were many shots later, apparently they killed my partner. I couldn't raise my head. realizing that she was shot through. but I didn't die. I got up. I turn to my husband and say, you shot at me. HOW could you, why? And he says, oh well, it’s no big deal. will heal. and I still woke up with a pain in my head.

Hello. Lately I’ve been having dreams every day where they’re trying to kill me or shoot me in the forehead, but I feel everything and it’s as if I’m not dying. The other day I had a dream where I and several young people (these were my good friends (in the dream, in my life I had never seen them), they were bandits, I knew that, I don’t remember what connected us, but nevertheless we communicated ). So we sit with them in the room in armchairs. The dream was colorful. They are opposite me. And one of them, the one that was closer to me, takes a pistol from his leather jacket and shoots me in the forehead. I feel everything, but it’s as if I’m not dying. I feel everything down to the slightest detail, like the bullet hit my head, I felt all my sensations, my eyes were closed, and yet after that I began to see everything that was happening around me, but in black after this shot. And it’s like I see everything, and this guy either realized that I didn’t die or somehow saw that I see everything and again shot in the forehead, he shot like that 4 times, and all the times he shot, I didn’t die and everything was the same black and white, at the 5th shot I woke up. It should also be noted that I had no blood at all, only holes in my forehead (I saw this from the outside looking at myself in a dream, although the whole dream came from me as from the main character - from my head.. I don’t know how to explain it in in general, I saw the whole picture from my face only before) and only at the end I looked at myself from the outside. Why could I have had such a dream, please tell me?

I dreamed of a group of people, including me, and it was something like Russian roulette, that is, whoever gets caught will be shot, I was confident in myself, it seemed to me that I had played before and I was always lucky, well, in this since everything was wrong, they shot me in the head, I remember exactly the bullet in the back of my head, and the warmth in my ears when I fell, blood from my ears, then I woke up

I arrived at the hostel where I lived a year ago, all my girlfriends there are all happy to see me, everyone is happy, we are talking at one point, I looked out the window, I see some stately and very handsome man standing, he begins to shoot in the air, then at some specific target , and at one moment I feel like I was shot right in the head, I feel like I won’t die, because the bullet flew by and didn’t hit my head too much, girls take me out into the street and I see a foreign car, the guy I’m talking to is sitting there and he looks and sees me getting into the car of the man who shot at me, he doesn’t know anything about this incident, since I didn’t tell him anything, I got in and we drove to the hospital at high speed and he was coming for us, I kind of think that he thinks I’m cheating on him, but I’m not very worried about it, I think now we’ll come to the hospital, he’ll understand everything, but I don’t particularly like him and I don’t think it’s necessary to talk to him about this topic

Good afternoon I had a dream that they shot me in the forehead, blood began to flow, but I didn’t die, I was conscious and understood everything, my dad admitted that it was him, but at the moment of the shot I definitely saw that it was a stranger’s man

A man I know shot me three times in the head and wounded my wife in the leg, my wife was bleeding, she was moaning, but I was not in pain, and I covered my wife and calmed her down, but I myself thought that there were three bullets in my head, but I didn’t do anything feel…

My mother and I left as if we were leaving guests. It was dark and we were planning to go home. We were attacked. And they shot my mother 3 times in the head. She didn't die, she didn't lose consciousness. She said calmly that everything was fine. I was in a panic and crying

I come out of some wooden barn, like in old movies, where they usually store hay and use it as a garage. It’s dark night outside and there’s a heavy downpour. I run to my car, there’s no one around. I get into the car, and how- As if anticipating something, I turn towards the window, and without having time to see anything, I hear a shot and get a bullet in the head. I fall into the seat and wake up.

There was a conflict, the guy pulled out a gun, I started to run away but immediately fell, I was not alone, but with a friend, that guy was trying to shoot at Kovo and a bullet hit me in the head, I felt the blood flowing and slowly dying, and immediately woke up

I came to the city to see my boyfriend, we were arguing, he shot, put the gun in his mouth and my skull was pierced through. I once had a dream that he could cure anything, but he refused to do it. I walked around for 3 days with a broken skull, when I started dying I woke up and had a real headache

I saw my mother with a stranger (like a killer), he had a weapon on his hand and he shot at my boyfriend in the head. I was 15 meters away from him, stood with my mother and then out of nowhere the shot hit my hand

I was at home, and I walked up to a familiar door, and a man I didn’t know stood opposite me, he was calling me to him, I saw that he had a gun in his hands, I understood that he was going to shoot. I asked him not to, please , and he bent me over, put a pistol close to my forehead, and shot three times, I felt like the bullet went through, I was bleeding, but I was alive, then I sat down on the floor and began to lose consciousness, but still I felt what was happening around me and with me, then two young men passed by, they thought that I was pretending, and with the words we will now do something with her (sexually) they thought that I would react to this, but. For some reason I was silent, then they threw a rat at me, they started to leave and I suddenly stood up and said wait, I’m not pretending.

I dreamed that I saw two men, they were sorting out boards in the forest, there was a workshop like a sawmill and I waited until one of them went to a place where the one with whom he was pinching the boards would not see him and after waiting a little I ran up to him and shot him in the head three times, I see him falling that the other saw me, I run up to him, put the pistol to his head, shoot him, but the cartridge is not loaded. Then I start helping him with the forest.

a man comes to me and starts kissing me, my dear one comes in and sees this. comes home, takes his backpack and leaves. I catch up with him and say that he has always been waiting for this moment. He wants to leave for another woman, but because of what he hears, he shoots himself in the head with a rifle. I want to call an ambulance to save him.

I very often have dreams where I kill people. I kill as if I've been doing this all my life. Only the methods and people change. Bare hands, knife, gun, scarf, height. I have never killed the same person twice, apparently I keep track on a subconscious level, if I killed a person, even in my imagination, then I killed him. Today everything has changed. It's strange. At the end. I was standing among the corpses (6-8 people, machine gun 0_o), I was surrounded, and there was only one way out, to kill myself. I didn’t want to, but I so quickly reassured myself that my decision was correct that I didn’t notice how I shot myself in the mouth. And.. ahhah)) the cartridge got stuck in the roof of my mouth. Having touched it with my tongue, I decided to take it out (why? I don’t know). It didn’t work out with my hands, and with my tongue too, I need to pick it up with something. ABOUT! There is an automatic machine. Is it already clear that he shot a second time and killed me?)

So, it was already night. My mother and I drove up to a house in a car, but we stood on the road because I was waiting for my boyfriend. I decided to get out of the car; there was another car standing next to us, but I don’t even know whose it was or who was in it. Mom decided to go out too and left the door open. Some guy was walking through ours and someone else’s cars (for some reason it seemed to me that this was a guy, not a man), dressed all in black and wearing a hood. He slammed the door to our car and so hard that it made me angry and I shouted: “Hey, you can’t be more careful, or something!” He turned around and approached me. And it seemed to me that there were 2 shots, the first time he missed, and the second hit me in the head, next to the temple. I fell and realized that blood was flowing from my mouth and from my eyes too. Mom ran up to me, and this guy had already disappeared. I told my mother to urgently call Dima (my boyfriend)... Then I only remember that I was sitting in Dima’s car and we were driving somewhere very quickly... at this point my sleep was interrupted, I woke up...

He escaped the chase on foot in some ragged clothes. In my haste, running between cars, I touched the mirror of an expensive jeep in which a rich man was sitting behind the wheel with a pistol who shot me in the head in fits of anger! Like a poor skatine who can’t pay for a mirror

I'm standing in some room, it's dark, it's night, it's raining. There are people standing around, I see them, but I don’t know them, I didn’t talk to them, we just stood there. And the man who stood closest to me raised his pistol and shot me in the forehead. I fell and didn’t feel any pain or anything at all. I was just thinking how quickly everything happened. Then I hear crying and I wasn’t sorry that I died, but some kind of feeling of lightness

I was riding in a car in the front passenger seat, a man was sitting in the driver’s seat and was driving me somewhere through the forest, we were attacked by people in balaclavas and with machine guns, the driver was shot right through the windshield, and I climbed into the legs of the passenger seat and covered my head with my hands , then I heard footsteps and they shot me in the back of the head, I felt weak and felt like I was losing consciousness and that’s when I woke up

I entered the entrance using a code key, went to the first floor, looked back to the door, it was open, I went back to close it, looked out into the street and saw a man standing on the side of the road with a gun and starting to aim at me, I I tried to quickly close the door, but it didn’t work out, because the wooden door near the lock was broken from the back, I went to the first floor, went to my grandmother and then I saw how one of my grandmothers invited my other grandmother to her place, they stood with me in the caridler right next to the door, the door disappeared, there were only windows left and through the window I could see the entrance, a large and white entrance, in which a group of friends were sitting on chairs, and then both my grandmothers began to swear at them, and the guys began to do the same in response to their grandmothers behave, later I found myself almost at the last desk at school and suddenly the same man with a gun came in, the teacher ordered everyone to lie on the floor and put on special glasses, and she lay down under her large desk and started calling other teachers so that they would call the police , meanwhile, that same man walks around the office and says: “You offended my friend very much, do you want to tell me something?” and came up to my desk, under which I was sitting and two other girls next to me, he stuck a gun through the hole in the desk and put it to my head, he asked: “So? Will you tell me?”, to which I replied “I won’t tell you anything!”, after which he shot me in the head, later I saw how they carried me into a police car, and some woman with a girl in her arms was mourning for me like the girl , it turned out after a conversation between a woman and a girl, I found out that the woman is my mother, and the girl is my sister (I don’t have a sister and the woman doesn’t look like my mother in reality), the woman and the girl left.

I remember that I got on the bus with my dad to go home, we were sitting and driving, and then a gun stuck out from the driver’s cab, I started trying to somehow avoid this, but they hit me in the lower part of the head and shot me more than once, well, I’m already imagining my body, I don’t hear any sounds, I feel blood coming from my nose and then I think “this is a dream, this is a dream, then I try to understand what I’m doing here and I understand that not everything is a dream” and I wake up

It happened at night. I looked out the window and guarded the neighbor's boy's bicycle. Then she went outside because of the voices she heard. There were guys and girls there, some of whom I don’t know, but they seemed like friends to me. Then we found ourselves in some house where there was a lot of sweets. I was lying in the room, eating sweets and rain was dripping on top of me. Then I switched with the guy and went to another room. Later I found myself in some place similar to my school (partially). It was scary to go through some corridors and some doors (music was playing behind them). I wandered the corridors and decided to leave. She went to the door (there was some kind of inscription there), opened it and went out into some dark corridor. Music played in the distance. I went to the next door, opened it and heard music even louder. Frightened, I closed the door and hurried to go back, but when I turned around I saw a man in a hood. The face was not visible. He silently and quickly shot me in the head, everything in my head went dark and dizzy (it didn’t hurt). I fell to the floor. And I woke up.

I dreamed that I was asking the hospital administrator for some information, and he pulled out a pistol and shot me in the head, that the cartridge remained slightly on the surface of my head, and ran away, I was looking for hospital staff to help me, I found it, they took out the cartridge for me and they treated the wound, they said that my skull was strong

I dreamed that I shot myself in the head, and there was only one shot, and there were about 5 wounds. Then blood began to flow, and when I touched the wounds there were blood clots. What's all this for? please help me

I dreamed that I myself went into the room where death awaited me, on the way I got up and asked if it hurt, then I sat down opposite this man, covered my eyes with my hands, and felt a bullet coming, my heart was beating very quickly

In the dream, everyone was at home, even (the deceased brother and father), my mother was also there, I opened the door, a man came in and shot me in the head, I fell. Then I heard 2 more shots before my father fell, he screamed and was shot after me, then he went into the room where my brother and mother were there, he heard 1 shot and woke up

Hello, I work in a high-rise office building, I dreamed that I was at work, I was walking around the building at work and I saw a woman, she was wearing a black hijab, I immediately noticed her, then it was already evening outside the window and I looked out the window and saw how the same woman in a hijab is being led by two and then she falls on the asphalt but no one helped her get up, then she turns over and gets up, noticed me through the window and looked at me threateningly and left, then I see such a picture also through the window as a group of people dressed in black, attacks our building, in front of the entrance they shoot everyone with machine guns and enter the building, and now I understand that these are terrorists, it became scary, panic is everywhere, I run, I want to say that we were attacked, but I don’t meet anyone, I work on the 4th floor and the thought comes to me that I need to run to the upper floors of the building, and when I run out into the corridor, a terrorist woman notices me, shoots at me but doesn’t hit me, I run away in a panic along some corridors, run into a room, it’s a dead end, hide behind the door, and then she looks behind the door and shoots me right in the forehead, I see how they shot me in the head, she leaves, but I remain alive, I get up and walk through the building again and meet my son, he is 9 years old, they also shot at him but he is alive, I go down to the first floor and jeeps drive up, a lot of pumped-up people in camouflage get out, I understand that they are ours, at that moment everything becomes colored and the street gets brighter, it even became so joyful, but before that the dream was gray and dark. This is the dream I had, thank you!!!

Some woman with a naughty daughter. My daughter wanted to steal food from the table, I wanted to stop her, her mother came and also scolded her, she still did not give the food back and her mother shot at her out of shame. There was no blood, but she died. Then she shot herself and again there was no blood, she died. Suddenly I saw blood on the wall behind me. They didn't shoot me, but my head was shot. I didn't feel any pain. I walked around conscious for a long time, but was bleeding. All the people saw this, but no one could help, because they knew that it was fatal.

I don’t remember the dream exactly, the only thing I remember is that the dream was like reality and I didn’t even understand why I decided to shoot myself in the head, but I remember this moment clearly, I went to the mirror in the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and shot, but! I didn’t see any blood and didn’t see that I died, I remember that I was passed out at that time and then got up and pulled the bullet out of my head along with something that looked like a wet napkin and again there was no blood but everything was as if in reality

We were scared with someone in a dream and I dreamed that I hid in my room with a chair and they shot me through the chair in the head, the bullet did not go through, but stayed in my head, I was very unpleasant, I fell towards the mirror and felt that I had a very bad headache, it was like reality. I felt like the bullet had damaged the capillaries in my head, I was bleeding from my mouth, I was alive after that, but I didn’t understand anything what was happening, I couldn’t speak, I was in pain

Hello. Tonight from Saturday to Sunday I had a dream. An unfamiliar man in a brimmed hat and raincoat (looked like a gangster from the 30s) was aiming a pistol at my head, I stood opposite him. Then he fired. I felt a burning sensation in the center of my forehead, as if from a light, not severe burn. There was a feeling: either the shot was blank or the bullet missed, and the burning sensation on the forehead was something like a burn from a flash of gunpowder. After which I turned around and began to run away. this is where the dream ended. Thank you

Shot in the back of the head in the forest. She remained alive, but her heart was no longer beating, and the bullet remained in her head. She was running away from some hunter in the forest. After the shot, my mother appeared and we drove away in the car, laughing. After this, there was a consultation with a doctor, who said that the heart would not beat again, and the bullet would remain in the head.

I dreamed that I had a headache, I asked for help, the man pointed the gun at me and said that it would be better this way... I tried to run away but he shot at the weight, I remember how I lost control of my body and was slowly dying... What does this mean?

Together with my beloved girl and some unknown friend of hers, we went to my old apartment. Having entered it, complaints were showered on me from the side in a joking manner. I went out into the entrance, which was quite creepy, old, with poor lighting, and began to go down. There were 9 floors in total in the house, but I went down much lower and on one from the floors, being in an anxious and angry state, I saw the barrel of a pistol, which a moment later shot me in the head. After that I immediately woke up

Hello, I had a dream that I was, one might say, a bandit or something like that. In my dream I shot at the police and let’s say my gang also shot, and it turned out that others were killed and we were caught in the room. There were two of us, comrade. I was wounded and when we were caught they told me to give up rather than go to jail and get time. I decided that I didn’t want to go to jail, and I decided to kill myself. There was a table nearby and there was a gun on it, when they processed it I took the gun and shot into my head. After which it was as if my soul had left and I saw myself from the outside. But I didn’t understand why my head was cut off. That’s how the dream ended. Thank you for reading, please help me interpret it

As punishment, I don’t remember for what offense, some authority put me on my knees and shot me in the back of the head, I took it for granted. But my consciousness in a dream, so as not to feel the pain of the body, passed into my wife or somewhere else, but returning to the body I understood that even with a hole in my head I was alive

I dreamed that it was evening, and I, my mother, my older sister, and my two-year-old daughter were walking along the road to the store, we got halfway there and there were a lot of police there. They said to hide behind them because a very dangerous woman is coming who is killing everyone because her daughter was once stolen from her. We hid behind the police, but she saw us... then my mother, my little daughter, and I ran away and hid in the nearest entrance. Someone didn’t open the door... that woman was looking for us, she was with another man. They found us in the entrance. They wanted to take the baby, I begged her to leave her and then that man shot me in the head 4 times... but I didn’t die right away... I managed to say two words and died

Hello Tatiana! My name is Svetlana, I am 56 years old. I see dreams all the time. Always colored and everything that happens in a dream I feel and feel. Today's dream is like this. I’m sitting in the back seat of our car, it’s standing, my husband got out, the car pulled up, started and slowed down, the man in the back seat took aim and shot me in the head with a pistol on the left side of my head above the ear, it hurt. I clutched it with some kind of scarf and remember that I really didn’t want to die. When my husband and mother arrived, I began to ask him to go to the hospital quickly, but then I discovered that there was no blood coming from the wound, but I didn’t say anything to my husband, but pretended that I felt very bad. But there was some kind of wound and it didn’t hurt very much. We arrived at the hospital, the doctor began to examine me and that’s it, I woke up. The dream occurred around 03-06 o'clock in the morning.

On the night of December 25-26, I dreamed that I was shot in the head from a gun. I saw the barrel and heard the sound. At the same time, I closed my eyes. The situation was as if a film was being filmed and I was a participant in the shooting or some kind of quest. Since this happened on a bus and there were participants in the frame. Through the bus window I saw the barrel of a gun pointed at me. I sat down, hiding behind some table, and saw that a gun was pointed straight at my forehead. I closed my eyes and heard a shot. After that I switched to another dream

I dreamed of a shot from an AK47 in my head and at the same time I managed to shoot an enemy in the head with a Makarov pistol. I survived with a hematoma on my head, but the enemy was killed and his head had a hole in it like a fist)

We were kneeling before a judge in the court building, there were three of us, the judge gave a sentence of death, first they killed my friends with one shot in the head each, then they shot at me, the bullet remained in my forehead but did not penetrate further, then they shot at me a second time, the same bullet. it didn’t penetrate and remained in my forehead, then they released me for a while, I saw my girlfriend in a dream after she saw the bullets in my head, she started crying, but then she suddenly calmed down, I don’t remember, I already woke up there

Good afternoon, I don’t remember the beginning of the dream, but I remember that I was traveling outside the city on a bus with some girl whom I met not long ago and quickly became friends with (in reality I never saw her), there were other people on the bus. The bus was stopped by some people, some passengers got out to find out what happened, and they were shot, as soon as this happened, the girl with whom I was traveling sharply pressed my face to the window, I felt like she put a gun to my temple and shot . There were no sounds or pain, just a few seconds of darkness during which I realized that I had died. I started to panic, I couldn’t stand this feeling of the unknown, I didn’t know what would happen next. And then I suddenly woke up, just opening my eyes, my heart was pounding like crazy. I hope you can interpret my dream, otherwise it haunts me. Thank you in advance.

We were sitting with friends in the basement of my house, we went outside to smoke through the back entrance, while we were walking I lit a cigarette and while we were leaving it broke down, we came out of the entrance and there was a car there, there were two in it, it seemed to me that they were corpses, the girl began to open the back door of the car when I told her not to open it, at that moment they shot me in the back of the head and I fell

Hello, Tatyana! In a dream, I dreamed that they started to fight with a girl (she felt familiar to me), she had a gun. It seems like, in the dream, I knew that she had to shoot herself and then I was trying to take the gun away from her, but she tries to direct it at me and directs it, and shoots me in the head. At this moment I see myself as if from the outside, that I have like a hole in one part of my head and I understand that I am dying, I smell like ash. Bullets. And finally I say .that “Mom, they killed me” and I wake up. Usually, at the moments when I feel that they will kill me, I wake up abruptly, but here I saw my death for the first time

The room is strange, there are two people there, I don’t see myself, I see my loved one, my friend shoots him in the head, I feel like I’m in pain, I’m crying, the next day another scene comes, it’s as if I know that he’s not there. More, but I receive an SMS. I woke up

I dreamed that my classmate and I ended up in some kind of room, like a private hospital, there were booked windows and a guard walking around, but they forgot to close one door and a terrorist entered there, he killed the guard, I hid in the farthest room with some women, there were a lot of clothes on the hangers, we covered ourselves with these clothes and sat down, pressing our legs to our chests and covering our heads, but then this man came in with a gun. He took the woman who was sitting next to her and said everything will be fine, now we’ll count to 3 and it’ll all be over and shot her in the head. Then he comes up to me and touches me, counts to 3 and shoots me in the forehead. And then I immediately wake up and open my eyes.

We were in a room in which all the doors were closed, and we tried to get out, there were a lot of strangers there, then in my dream it became difficult for me to see because of the smoke, and I pretended to be dizzy, some guy helped me lie down, then, Behind him, a healthy man pointed a gun at me, I grabbed the gun, raised it up, and then this guy helped me. And I got shot in the head, but I didn’t seem to die, but in a dream I realized that a shot in the head meant death. And I stopped fighting, then he shot at me 5-6 times again. The feeling was not pleasant

I was shot in the head and then I woke up and ran away from where they killed me and found a taxi, went to the hospital to have an operation and went up to the floor to see the doctor, something happened and the doctor was not on the floor, because his place was destroyed by aliens . The taxi driver got lost, I didn’t pay him and started looking for another taxi to get to another hospital. Having arrived, the doctor said buy my books and I will take you to the doctor, he said then I will buy them, and she refused to help me, all the time I felt pressure in my head that I could pass out..

I voluntarily came to the doctors so that they would kill me. Then they put me on the couch and shot me in the head. But I didn't die. I was sent to another hospital where my genitals were sewn up. My mother was next to me. But I didn't feel pain. After which she returned to the first hospital and asked why she was still alive. I was told that I needed to walk a little more. They told me to come back when it gets bad. I sat down on a bench next to the hospital. I wanted to call the guy, but changed my mind because he was at work. I thought about leaving the phone number with someone. I began to realize that I was going to die soon. As soon as I realized that I had something to lose, I began to die. At that moment I woke up

I was in some family not mine, consisting of an older brother, a younger sister, a grandmother and my real sister Anya. In the morning I was late for the bus to the university, then I also couldn’t really get there and even started asking how else I could get there. I came back home. Everyone was going somewhere. My sister is going to school, my brother is going somewhere too. I called my friends and said that I would be late. In general, three people burst in first and began to threaten and demand to get everything valuable, but in response they heard that we were the most valuable thing for each other and we had nothing else. As a result, they removed the icon from the wall, said something about it and ran away. We were glad that they ran away so quickly and decided to call the police. We open the door to go out and then a crowd of people again in black without masks rushes in and starts shooting, aiming at the head. Everyone is lying down, except for my real sister, they wanted to take her away at first, but then they also shot her in the head and also in the stomach. Then one of them came again and said that they were shooting in vain, like we didn’t want to report about them, but about the thieves. Later, thanks to the auto-call feature (which I actually have), the phone received a call from my friends at the university. I muttered, “help….police.” They called the police, and then the bandits somehow ended up shooting at the university. My friends came to see me and the police (though it’s not entirely clear to me whether the police doctors are good or evil) they called an ambulance. In general, we ended up in the hospital. Grandma is dead. The rest are in a coma. My real sister has the most difficult injury. Then it turned out they installed timed explosive devices. Some respectable doctor came in and said why they needed to be saved if they were planning to kill them. They replied that this was a decision from the top. Then he was shot in the head. The lights went out for a moment. And then I woke up, before going to bed they seemed to decide not to touch us. And this is not just a hospital; from the corridor, when we entered, the MAFIA sign was visible (in English).

In short: I was leaving the house and was almost hit by a car because it was driving too fast, I shouted after him to drive more carefully, he stopped and began to threaten me. I quickly began to hold him with creases and tell him to get out, otherwise it would be bad. He left, but then returned and wanted to shoot me by breaking into my house. I was looking for a weapon and at the last moment he ran into the room and, having found the weapon, I pointed it at him, and he pointed it at me. Then I tried to quickly grab his hand and take him to the side, but he managed to shoot, hitting the edge of his head with a bullet. Then I tied him up and he was sent to prison for 25 years.

I was in prison and wanted to run away, when a guard started to run away, a guard stood in my way, I killed him and they caught me, they wanted to execute me by beating me to death with rebar, I said it was painful, I asked you to shoot me, two guards took me to the cell, I asked for a cigarette, I started smoking and stood up, I said come on. start, the guard said the first blank shot, the second in the head, I heard the first and the third, and suddenly I could not move and a cigarette fell from my hand and I fell, but I saw everything that was happening, I felt my body become cold and then I suddenly found myself at home lying on bed and all my relatives are mourning me, I got up and my older brother told me I told you unflatteringly everywhere

I was hiding from people, for some reason it seemed that they were Germans, they were in uniform. While I was hiding, they killed other people. They called them over, people came up one by one, lay down on the ground and shot at them. People were wearing white baggy nighties. Behind the Nemtsov there were already mountains of gray corpses. But my time has come. I approached them in my pajamas (what I slept in) and also lay down on the ground. They brought the gun to my head and after a few seconds I felt a slight pain. They also threw me into a pile of corpses. But I didn't die. And while they continued killing people and burning mountains of corpses, I ran away and hid in some house. My grandfather let me in there.

I dreamed that I was in some kind of building and it was collapsing a little, I don’t know what I was doing there and suddenly some bondits burst into the building and started shooting everyone. I hid in one room and one of them finally found me and pointed their machine gun. I him I begged him not to shoot, but he came up and shot at my head slowly three times and I felt the pain a little. It seemed to me that I was dying, but suddenly I got up and ran away.

The dream begins with me and my boyfriend running into some kind of basement. A man with a gun is chasing us. I run into the room, and my boyfriend is somewhere behind. Then I hear a shot and understand that he was killed. I stop and realize that there is no point in running anymore. A man with a gun walks into the room I'm in and points the gun at me. I'm not moving. As a result, he starts laughing and saying that I’m too brave. He comes up to me and shoots me point-blank in the head. Flash. And I watch from above and see how my body falls, and he leans towards me and laughs.

In a dream, I met a girl (whom I like in life but haven’t met yet) on the street high up and when we walked in she immediately hugged me (during the kiss I looked around and found myself at the airport and my uncle works there at the ticket office) and kissed me the kiss was from her old lady quickly and I was slow but when I noticed my uncle I was afraid I don’t know what but not right away but smoothly ended the kiss and my dream ended

At night, I came from somewhere and just lay down on the bed, someone came in from the door and immediately came to me where I was lying, looked for about 3-4 minutes, found out that I was not sleeping, I was scared, closed my eyes and was shot in the forehead, I felt something warm coming from my forehead, and then flowed touched the toes and shot again on the forehead

Good afternoon. I'll tell you in detail. After I killed many people by shooting into the crowd, I committed suicide. Because I didn’t want to be punished by the law. I remember falling to my knees and slowly, with a trembling hand, I bring the pistol to my right temple. I close my eyes. A second passes. Having read on the Internet that the moment after a pistol fires, severe pain and death occur. And so it was. I felt this pain. When I realized that I was dead, I woke up.

See Neck in a dream

Having a fat neck in a dream means success.

Seeing a thin neck in a dream means useless labor and torment.

To see a swollen blue neck means that it is difficult to bear the life around you, to suffer from the vanity of life.

I had a missing neck, I dreamed about not having willpower.

Having a cut neck in a dream means trouble.

Looking at your neck is a sign of danger, a surprise that you need to beware of.

Scratching your neck in a dream means sadness.

If they saw a collar around their neck, they would find themselves in an unpleasant position.

Seeing a beautiful woman’s neck is a sign of whims on the part of the woman he loves for a man.

An unattractively exposed neck is a harbinger for young people that the wedding will not take place.

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Types of equipment

Sometimes the dreamer himself solves the dream, comprehending the situation that has developed in his life. In a dream, volleys can be fired from different weapons, which also affects the interpretation.

Shootout in the dream book depending on the type of equipment:

shooting a pistol is always associated with increased danger; the dreamer runs the risk of making ill-considered actions, which will make the situation in life worse;
a person is shot from a pistol, and he stands in the center of a large target drawn behind him - his past actions will become the object of a showdown and showdown;
shooting from powerful guns foreshadows an upcoming scandal in reality, and the dreamer will find himself in the center of discord;
a person shoots a bow himself, which means he will meet a patron who will help him get out of a difficult situation and will not leave him in difficult times;
arrows are aimed at the dreamer - he intends to soon resolve a protracted situation that has not been clarified for many years, and will do this at any cost;
a person hits an enemy with a burst from a machine gun - the dream speaks of the termination of debt obligations;
a machine gun indicates a lack of time to fulfill your obligations, so you need to ask for help from business partners or colleagues at work;
a machine gun is fired at the dreamer - in reality, he will make an important decision to change his life situation, and these actions will cause approval from others.

Love and friendship

Freud offers a different interpretation for visions in which a bullet hits the stomach or chest. The famous Austrian is sure that such a dream occurs on the eve of a new love, which will be accompanied by doubts, violent emotions, and mental suffering. One way or another, the sleeping person will in reality have a very passionate admirer (fan). If a bullet is lodged in the stomach and the wound is bleeding heavily, then the novel will be very rich and vibrant.

In the dream book authored by Tsvetkov, there is an interpretation of the plot that a hand was wounded by a shot from a pistol or shotgun. It turns out that after such an incident in a dream, you should not unconditionally trust a stranger. And if your right hand is injured, then even your best friend! The problem is that the character you plan to rely on may not live up to your expectations or forget about an important matter.

Where will the road lead?

If in night vision you were wounded in the leg, then upon awakening you may have to prepare for a long journey. But if you don’t see the wound itself in a dream, but feel only pain, then the dream book gives a different comment: there will be a long series of trials on the way to the cherished goal.

You are too frivolous and arrogant, that’s what you dreamed of getting shot in the head. But if while you were sleeping the wound healed, then the problem that is troubling you at the moment will be resolved in the most successful way for you, the dream book is encouraging.

Sometimes a wounded head in a midnight slumber is a warning from higher powers, hinting to the dreamer that his thoughts are unseemly, and such thoughts will not lead to anything good.