vulnerable
I had a dream last night I was shot in my childhood bed. I was sleeping on my twin-sized bed in my old room in the house I grew up in. I was facing the large window above my desk, outside of which there was a narrow strip of dirt and a fence that lined that side of the house. . I opened my eyes and saw a shadow of a man through the blinds, and I knew immediately what he was there to do. I rolled to the left, and he raised his arm and shot through the window. I rolled off the bed and onto the floor, but the bullet made it through my left ribcage. It was very real, and even after I woke up and walked to the bathroom, I still felt like I was in danger. As I pondered this strange dream in the middle of the night, grateful that I had somewhere there with me, the significance of this vision was unmistakably clear, even in the fog of my sleepiness- I realized how vulnerable I felt at that time in my life.