Last night I had my first ever school shooting dream. I don't remember all of the details, but I'll tell you what I do remember.
It was at my daughter's school. The building design and setting were different, but it was my daughter's school. It was the first day of the new year and I was inside taking her to class. As I left and walked down the hill from the school, I looked right and saw a man walking through the parking lot, towards her side of the school, with a big gun, maybe some type of machine gun, pointed forward.
He looked like he was ready to shoot at any moment while he walked. For some reason, it didn't seem like he noticed me. Perhaps he was focused on an entrance.
I ran back into the school and tried to find the office, or someone important, to tell what I'd seen and that they needed to put the school on lockdown. I told them there was an active shooter on the way in...and at first, it seemed like they didn't believe me.
As I ran inside, I wished my sister was there because she's been trained on, and now trains others on, dealing with active shooter situations. Oh, how I wish she was there to protect my dear daughter, as well as everyone else in his path.
I don't remember much after that, except the vision of our family sitting together in the truck after it had all ended and the feeling of relief that my daughter was okay and I think everyone inside the school was okay. I also remember trying to explain the situation to her, which wasn't easy. Thank goodness we had each other and hugs.
I pray I never again have one of these dreams. More importantly, I really wish this would stop, that school shootings and mass shootings would stop.
For the school shootings being perpetrated by other children, I wish there was a way to get them to talk to someone for help before going through with such a deadly, senseless act. I know that some kids have it tough for a variety of reasons. I had it tough. I just wish that this wasn't their answer to dealing with those problems!