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The only real bad one I've had that kept me from sleeping was about a year ago. I dreamed I was with my girlfriend (at the time) and we were being thrown into some old basement somewhere by a bunch of really burly guys. The walls were made of rusty-colored bricks and there was one light in the room, the kind where it's just a lightbulb in a socket hanging down from the ceiling.
Two of the guys grabbed us and held us against the wall while a third went upstairs to get my parents and sister. He brought them down and one by one shot them in the head in front of us. Then they threw my girlfriend on the ground and killed her, too. Then he pulled out a shotgun, pointed at my chest, and fired. I woke up right as I got hit, and for two hours I could feel the pressure on my chest. It felt like someone had just smacked me real hard. I didn't go back to bed that night.
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