I had a very intense End Times dream. The kind where you can feel yourself, really there.

   I was with my family, Cindy and mom. We were in this field, like at a park or something. Not sure what was going on, maybe some sort of event. I saw this young guy stand in front of the crowd. He said something inaudible, but he was definitly angry. He had what looked like a gun and started shooting. But it wasn't a regular gun. It was some sort of weapon that totally obliterated people. People would disintegrate before your eyes. My family and I began to run. We ran away as fast as we could. There were so many people there that the killers did not notice the small group that was escaping down a hill and around a fence. We were in the lead of that group. I say killers because I looked behind me before we got too far and saw that there were several more people with the same kind of weapons. People were running and screaming all over. I kept running, but my family was lagging behind, I kept encouraging them to keep going.
     We finally made it to a building, a hospital. The place was crowded with many injured people. What was going on?! And what had all these people experienced? Getting help was impossible there, although we didn't really need it, we weren't injured, just needed a place to hide. Everywhere we turned there was another suffering person. I stopped too look around and a doctor was having trouble breathing and fell to the floor. His body started to deflate and he was becoming flat as he chocked on the air around him. Everyone started coughing and others dropped to the ground as well. I stared in horror but started taking deep breaths and blowing the air out to not get caught by whatever this was. I turned to see that in my distraction, my family had gone ahead. I looked and found several rooms down stairs where patience were still being cared for (those not involved in these events but were previously in the hospital) There was also a room where some people who looked New Age-y were gathered and meditating or something. I turned again and saw that someone who had "deflated" was able to fight off whatever was challenging their breathing and inflate themselves and get back up again.
     I found my mom and sister in the next room. Cindy was lying on the ground, beginning to deflate and chocking and gasping for air. I would not allow this to take her and I told her she could fight it, too take deep breaths and keep fighting, to not give in. She eventually got back to normal and said she'd be ok in about 3 minutes. I looked at my mom and said, "If we have 3 minutes." Cindy got up sooner than I thought and we kept on the move to find a safe place. I kept breathing deeply and encouraged them to do so, it seemed like it was ok as soon as we were outside.
     It was dark out, there were many people outside in the streets, wrecked cars, broken store windows, the place looked like a war zone. Cars were on fire, and I soon realized that was on purpose. People were building fires with anything they could find to keep warm. It was getting cold. People were huddled up and gathered together in the streets looking for places to sleep and rest. I looked at their faces in the dark and in the firelight-they were scared, angry, bitter but mostly very confused as to what was going on at all.
     Eventually we got to my school. (For some reason I was in college) We went inside and all seemed pretty normal and safe, which was odd considering how quickly destruction and chaos had become the norm. It was almost shocking how quiet and comfortable the school was. We headed to my dorm. It seemed very safe there for the time being. We rested. Then Mom and Cindy left for a while, not sure why, maybe to find food or something. I was alone. Instead of crying or freaking out, I looked around my room. All my stuff was there. My things. They brought me comfort as I looked around at them, but I soon realized that they weren't what was important. I had my life, and my family and these "things" could be gone at any time. I can't remember if I prayed but I know I was thinking about God. Then this woman came in my room and said she needed to take a look around. I was like....um ok. She seemed to be inspecting my room, looking for discrepancies. Everything seemed alright to her so far. Then she saw a paper I had on my wall with a Christian saying and a cross. She took a red permanent marker and put a big X over it. She looked around more, and any place I had a cross, something about God or Christ she'd put the same X over it. I got the idea that if I wanted to stay around here, or even stay alive I would not be able to show or admit that I was a Christian. I didn't say a word to her though. I just stood there, kind of amazed that this was happening. Strangely enough, I passed her inspection, for now. But I had a feeling she'd have her eye on me. I ran to my laptop. I new the cell and phone lines were probably down but I thought maybe this place still had working internet. I wanted to see Ugo badly and find out if this was happening in MI too. There was internet but I had a spotty connection and had trouble getting on Yahoo. I logged on long enough to get an offline message that said, "KIMMY!!" but then I got kicked off again. I never got to log on and that was then end of the dream.