First dream:

It starts off me with me accidentally attending some weird atheist church that used catholic aesthetics. Or maybe it wasn’t atheist. Either way they didn’t believe Jesus was real in any capacity but still believed in the Bible lol

Then it cuts to me hanging out with my nonexistent girlfriend before class and we kiss each other bye and say we’ll meet back in a bit.

I went to take a shit in the school bathroom when suddenly I hear a bunch of people - mostly girls - run into the bathroom, crying and panting. At this point I felt uncomfortable shitting with so many people around so I got up without doing so. I exited the stalls and they got startled and told me not to leave the bathroom. I stared at them for a bit and said, “… mass shooting?” And they replied, “mass shooting.”

I seemed more irritated than afraid which would not be realistic.

Some of the girls were very afraid and decided to exit the bathroom and make a run for it - in the direction of the gunshots. I didn’t follow them so I don’t remember what happened next.

Second dream:

I was a student at a different school. No girlfriend this time. I was walking down the halls in the more isolated part of the building when I started to hear a bunch of gunshots in the hallway next to mine and the shooter could see me through the windows. I was closer to the stairs than any exits and made a run to them and the shooter started shooting. I figured all the class doors were locked so I ran up to the top floor and opened the door to the roof. The maintenance guy had propped it open. He was up there doing some shit with a generator or something so he had a can of gasoline and we poured it all over the floor of the entrance and outside on the roof.

The shooter had the same idea as me so he ran up to the roof and we threw a match on the gas. But the thing is that the shooter wasn’t slow, so he got out of the spark zone before the match hit the floor and shot us. But I guess the Sandman didn’t like that ending so the dream kept rewinding and I would hide in different positions until the match hit the floor before he could leave the zone.

Eventually we got it to lit and he was on fire and running around screaming. He ended up near the ledge and me and the maintenance guy used our feet to kick him off (it was like 4 stories)