This was one of the scariest dreams ever I had in my life.

I am a boy from India currently living in London, I am 20 years old and have a happy life. I am writing this story exactly at 5:10am as this is the time this woke me up. First of all, no hate to Americans.

Here is my dream,

I am in 11th grade of my high school and currently in a strange school in somewhere in the United States. I go to school with my friend named Mohit (a friend in real life). Our parents were really close to each other and we were having great friends at school as well, everything was going fine until....

Mohit came to my home to have fun, we were having fun and there was a balcony, as I lived on a huge apartment. We were looking down from the balcony to a parking lot where, there a white high school guy came up in a scooter with backpack and a travelling bag with him. (I saw a scene from the movie named "fallout" of Jenna Ortega of the school shooting in real life during the day which made me think that all Americans are school shooters and jerks)

The guy came off the scooter and suddenly my eye caught the handle of a big gun in his backpack and I wondered what is this white boy doing with a gun in his backpack, and suddenly my instincts said that he is a school shooter, I alerted everyone that there is a school shooter in our building's parking lot, we have to evacuate, but nobody listened to me.

Plot Twist,

That white guy was checking out every room on the ground floor to know the structure of each apartment as each apartment is same on one way (you know). He greeted everyone to know every single person in the apartment. I said fuck it, I am going out I'm not gonna die, but my parents stopped me from behaving this way.

I spied on him with Mohit and got to know that the white boy had an Ak-47 with him and he started shooting the ground floor, killing everyone, we were a bit outside the city so it would get a bit late for cops to arrive. Mohit and I spied on him until he came to the third floor. As soon as Mohit told me he came to the third floor, I took my mobile and hid myself in a huge rice box in my store room.

The white guy came in my house and started killing everyone, my wheelchaired grandpa, my father and mother, Mohit. And he moved then to the store room. He was all pretending like it's a video game. And that white guy came in store room and first of all opened that rice box as he thought someone might be hiding there. I was sitting there, and he shot me and I woke up.

THE END.