So, I just worke up from another dream. Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on with me right now but whatever it is, it doesn’t want me to sleep. Anyways, this dream, much like the first one I had, was very much in the first person. I was sat in a theatre full of people. Don’t remember what we were watching but that’s neither here nor there. Suddenly, these two security guards run in and they’re being trailed by 4 or 5 people. Once the last person gets in, they decide to close the door and try to barricade them but that doesn’t work out well and the reason they ran in busts down the door. Like literally- throw the doors off their hinges. The person then proceeds to shoot and kill the two guards before moving onto the theatre full of people. They shoot a good 3rd of the people in the room and after a minute, they stop. I look around the room too, trying to gauge how bad the damage is and note that, while a shit ton of people were shot, none of the wounds look inherently lethal. It’s mostly just on the limbs. Once they seem happy with the damage they’ve caused, they start making their demands. It’s around this point that the person makes their way over the little corner with myself, a woman with blonde hair and a white dress with red and green flowers, a guy with red hair, some stubble and a black and white plaid jacket, a little girl with brown hair, tiny freckles on her face and hands and blue overalls and her brother with the same attire but with blonde, short hair. The person -who I learn is a woman by the voice and her body language- stops just in front of me to look down. She’s talking about how we should get in contact with people we know on the outside and talk them into transferring money over to an account so she’ll let us go. As she’s looking down at me though, I get the feeling that I’m glaring at her and she seems to stop and smirks at me. It’s around that point that I realised yes, I was indeed glaring at her and giving her the dirtiest look possible as she decides to put the gun to my head. The little group that I’m in- the adults anyways, the kids are just crying- beg her to stop and ‘don’t shoot her- she’s too young’. She leans down slightly with the gun still pointed at my fucking head and asks “Do you think I won’t shoot you?” Obviously, I’m kinda miffed about the fucking question and how she’s behaving and patronising me so I’m like “I don’t doubt that you will.” She grins (but it’s not the good kind) and steps back, lowering the gun. She gets about 3 feet away and then lifts it to shoot me again. She shoots and the blonde lady I mentioned earlier as she decided to leap in front of me and take the bullet... literally. So she lands on me and I’m panicking cuz I’m quite obviously pretty young with how these people are treating me and I don’t exactly know how to deal with gunshot wounds. At some point though, someone (who looks oddly like an 11 year old Gwen Tennyson) tries to escape. The lady shoots the girl and the entire room just watches in horror. Nothing happens for, what I assume is half an hour, before these two monster people appear from nowhere. One looks like a crocodile, the other looks like a bear. They fight the lady and a few of us collectively decide to escape. I take the blonde lady who was shot cuz of me and we run along with about 20 other people. We get outside and start running down the street. I happen to see two boys who look suspiciously like Ed and Al. Apparently we know each other though and it’s revealed to me that we’re undercover agents who were sent to blend in with the general population and stop shit like this from the inside. But, since there were so many people, we couldn’t and were given orders to bail. So we did. We run into (what I can only assume is) a mall and towards the food court. We all decided to sit down and try to blend in. Obviously, that’s kinda difficult when a fair few people are bleeding from fucking gun shot wounds. Me, the blonde lady (who’s name I found out was Freya) Ed and Al (that was also their names, apparently) stuck close together. It was around the 5 minute mark that the lady from earlier had made her appearance again and shot three of the 20 people who had escaped the theatre and killed them. And then she spotted me and shot at me. I figured “Oh shit, guess imma die,” but n o- apparently not. I simply lifted my leg and blocked the bullet with my fucking foot. It just... hit it and nothing happened. It didn’t hurt and the sound it made was surprisingly metallic. So it was then that I figured out that my leg was a metal leg. That was around the point I started waking up cuz the last thing I remember was getting up and standing next to Ed and Al. The weirdest thing though is, I woke up with the faint sensation of my foot tingling. Exactly where the bullet had hit.