I was asleep in the foyer of my house on a little mattress I set up when I had a friend and her son spending the night. I got a text message in the middle of the night from a man who was supposed to do some work on the house saying that he wanted to come and check the gutters. I responded that he was welcome to come and take a look at everything, assuming he meant the next day. A few minutes later the man has barged into the house from the back, gone past me, and headed up the stairs without even stopping, saying he was going to check everything now. I hollered up the stairs, "It's really not okay for you to be here right now. I don't want you hear right now." He kept going about his business on the second floor, so I ran to the back of the house where my husband was sleeping. I had a hard time waking him up, but as he started to become conscious I said, "Thomas, Thomas, there's a man in the house! There's a man in the house and he won't leave!!" When he finally woke up, he ran upstairs. I was close behind him with the pistol. When he got upstairs, I heard the man saying to Thomas that he was going to kill him and then do horrible things to me. I was trying to call 911 on the phone, but I was afraid the man would hear the call and kill us, so I didn't say anything.
At this point, something kind of unusual happened in the land of dreams - I got a reset. I realized that things were going poorly and that I could "do better" so the dream flashed back to the moment the man ran in. This time, I didn't say anything to him, I just ran to get Thomas. I told him what was going on, I tried to call 911 from his phone but couldn't get the numbers to dial - his phone had a lot of buttons and none were labeled. I got the pistol and I grabbed two knives - a sharp fillet knife and a sturdy butter knife.
Somehow the scene changed dramatically and I was confronting the intruder in Marie's laundry room. He had a gun to Thomas's head and I was trying to stab him in the heart. I was trying to go in upwards from below the sternum with the fillet knife but I kept hitting bone. Finally I managed to sink the knife in and the fillet knife turned into the butter knife, which I needed to push up into his chest cavity. He was stabbed in the heart, but he didn't seemed phased by it. I was holding on to the knife with my left hand, holding him close, and I had the pistol in my right hand. I realize that I need to kill the guy as quickly as possible before he shoots one of us.
The gun I had was a .22 revolver. I start shooting this guy in the head. Every time I shoot him, the hole is tiny, about the size of what would be left by a metal skewer stab. The gun makes a sound similar to a staple gun. I shoot him several times in the head and there's no real reaction apart from these tiny marks. I shoot him 5 times, each time trying to vary the angle without shooting back towards myself. I had the idea that maybe I could shoot him into the top of his head and sever his spinal cord, and at least he couldn't' shoot us. Finally, after the 6th shot, I feel him releasing some warm liquid all over me, either urine or blood, and he dies.
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