I was in my car and policemen were are around me engaged in a shoot-out. Just as I saw the policemen, they saw me. The policemen continued to shoot at their suspects until one of them ended up right beside the drivers side window. This happened just as I was lowering my seat back to hide or protect myself from a stray bullet. The gunman then raised his handgun, and fired one shot at me in my chest. I laid there in shock as the blood began to form into a puddle. The police continued with their shoot-out and no-one helped. As I lay there for a few minutes, I decided I needed to help myself. I got up, and walked over to a building that was nearby. It just so happened that it was a hospital. When I went inside, staff workers rushed to get me a wheelchair and sat me over to the side with two other women. It was like I knew them, but I didnt recognize them. One tried to comfort me while the other one just sat in silence and stared at me. I immediately burst into tears, saying things like why is this happening to me. The next idea (I thought it, but never said it out loud), was ‘why didn’t I just die already’? Anywho, just when I had this thought, the woman who sat there in silence kind of mumbled and said, “its coming”. I then turned to her and asked her what she said and she repeated, “its coming”. I must have looked confused, which I was, because she started to explain what she meant. She said to me, “Just think about it, if you were going to die, it would have happened already”. How in the hell did she know what I was thinking. Anyway, after that, I woke up. As dazed and confused as ever. By the way, this is not my first time dreaming about being shot.