I was trying to help people, but I kept getting shot. There was a large man with a scar chasing me around a building shooting people I don’t remember ever even meeting. I kept trying to save them, but the more I tried to help, the more I got shot by the man. However, I could not die. I was shot in the head, back, side, my legs, but I kept moving forward. Everyone I tried to save either ended up mad at me or dead. I was the only one who could not die. By the end of my dream I had approached the man and asked him to kill me. He shot me three times in the forehead with a rifle, but I still wouldn’t die. I kept crying to him to take my life because I couldn’t stand to watch him kill all the people I was trying to help, and I woke up at the final shot.