I'm writing this at 12:47 AM, just moments after I woke up. I laid down to sleep at around 10:30PM-ish.
At first I think I was sort of inside the Dead Air campaign of Left 4 Dead 2? Literally what I was playing earlier. Shortly after, I'm in the living room, sitting by a window and I think I was sitting next to someone.
I think I her knocks at first but ignored it. Then I hear a familiar voice through the window calling me: "Hey."
The moment I look, I see my dad partialy exposed in the window frame. For a split second, I see him pointing a small carbine at my face, from behind the window. I manage to weave my head so he doesn't shoot at my face, but the bullet hits my shoulder, then I take two or three more in my arms and one in my torso. Those looked like .22s but they were feeling like .357.
I was FEELING. I felt every shot and I was never ever been shot, nor we own firearms. I've never fired a weapon, only airsoft.
I swear I heard dad saying something like "That didn't hit/I missed." Then he went around the house to get to the kitchen and reach me, but I was faster and got to him first. He was riding his bicycle and holding the carbine, pointing at me. I managed to snatch it and push him away. He falls but the way he reacted felt like he was under the influence of something. I hear chatter, from where he came from, there were other people looking for me.
I eventually went past the garage, there was a police-like car outside. My first instincts was to shoot back, but I immediately surrender and raise my hands, trying to get to some cover, shouting something along the lines of “PLEASE, we can negotiate-- I'll go to jail, I'll do jail time I swear”. I knew exactly what this was about. I never been to jail.
Then this police officer, pointing whatever his gun was, fired at me a couple times as he approached and forced me down, kicking me and hitting me with a baton.
And I was still feeling everything.
When he finished I struggled to get up and my dad showed up, looking thin and staring blankly at me as I stood at a safe distance.
I immediately asked: “Have you drugged yourself...??” Then he aggrees immediately: "Yeah."
We just got back inside the house and then I looked at myself. There were so many bruises and scars where each projectile hit.
Once again, I was feeling everything.
Then I slowly opened my eyes as I woke up, I couldn't believe what just happened, but one thing I was sure. If this wasn't a lucid nightmare, it was either a premonition or a warning. A warning for me to lock the fuck in and set my life straight.
I don't have any criminal records whatsoever and I might as well keep it that way.
I think I'm having a hard time going back to sleep after this.