What are taser dreams about?

Here is a vivid dream of mine

I was in my grandparent's house (?) but it didn't look too much like the one irl. I became a new security guard. (Irl I definitely am not fit for that job. I have a petite stature.) I can't remember exactly but I may have had a slick security guard outfit (but a cool black pencil skirt) I was to protect gold bars downstairs. It was a concrete room. I saw the gold bars stamped and I think the person was famous. I mean hey not surprising.

The stamps were all over the bars and they were cute but I was thinking why is that necessary? To know that the gold bars came from (the famous person)? I was with other people in the room. However for some reason we knew that people were after the bars so I was told to be by the doors and close the door when they come. I saw them and closed the heavy doors immediately. I instructed them to go to the other side of the room. We were pretty safe in the room. One of the reasons I told them to go over to the other side is because we wouldn't be in the line of possible bullets.

However for some reason we decided to leave our safe room and instead flee. Or the people broke in the room? Can't remember but I think it was the former. We were sprinting but a few of us got tazed. Including me.

I even remember writing down what I wanted to title this post on paper with my (irl) bad handwriting. I was aware. (But it was something different than this title.) I can't remember but I know it was different. In the dream I was like ugh I can't even read this handwriting.

For context, I (21F) work as an aide on a school bus. I am in a small metro area but politically speaking, the area is very conservative. There is this guy in my city who is notorious for harassing and threatening random people with firearms for no reason in public. He has harassed me personally numerous times, as well as threatened me before with guns. He’s also a big fan of Trump and is a known member of QAnon. The guy is at least in his 50s if not older and is clearly mentally ill and possibly on meth too. About a decade ago, he dressed up as Superman and would hang out on a street corner in front of a Dairy Queen, but around 2016 he stopped dressing up as Superman. Then he switched to dressing up in full Trump gear and harassing people left and right. Because of his behaviour, everyone I know now calls him “Super Douche”. This is important.

In the dream, I am working as normal with the bus driver I normally am with. We are heading to one of the local high schools in my city (1 of 15 high schools total) to pick up students in the afternoon. The drive is going as normal at first until we get to a stoplight in the center of our city, that intersects with a major state highway.

When the stoplight turns green, both the bus driver and I notice there’s a vehicle following the bus. But it’s not your average vehicle. It’s Super Douche. His vehicle can be seen a mile away with the 20 flags hanging off it. The bus driver alerts our people at Base (the office personnel at the bus company) and tells them what’s going on.

Not two seconds later, Super Douche pulls out a gun and starts shooting at the bus. I pull the bus driver down toward the floor and grab the radio out of his hand while telling him to crawl under the seats away from doors so Super Douche can’t see him. I alert Base with “SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED! I REPEAT SHOTS FIRED AT [highway number] and [street name]. NO STUDENTS ON BOARD!”

I get down next to the bus driver who’s only 4 years older than me. Mind you, the bus driver is also my boyfriend. He’s shaking and sobbing, terrified that he’s going to die. I pull him into a hug because I don’t know what else to do. I still have the radio in my hand, stretched as far as possible without damaging it or disconnecting.

I hear the glass door shattering, and I silence my boyfriend by having him bite down on my collar bone. I whisper to him to play dead so we don’t get shot. I do the same, as we hear footsteps coming toward us.

A hand grabs my leg and pulls. I scream. The dream ends.

Does anyone know what this dream could mean? I have a feeling it’s a warning of some type but it’s terrifying because it could actually happen in real life.

I’m thinking that the dream I’m having is trying to warn me about Super Douche as he’s been getting increasingly violent toward people in general and likes to threaten random people with guns. He gets in trouble with law enforcement constantly, and even shot at a gay couple who were minding their own business last week. Dude is also a chomo as well, so he really isn’t liked in my city. He’s a danger to society and I don’t know how he isn’t locked up but he should be.

All I know is if Super Douche touches me or anyone I know, I will personally unalive him myself and put his head on a stake right next to a sign that says “F*** around and find out”. I will do this shamelessly and will carry no remorse if he does try to put his hands on me or anybody I know. I carry military grade pepper spray and a taser with me everywhere I go, as well as a scream whistle. I want to get a hatchet and meat cleaver too, just for self defense purposes.

It was like a weird movie. At first, I saw it through the eyes of a captive in a human experimentation camp. It was like the nazis all over again, but more modern, had less deadly living conditions, and more technologically advanced.

The "Nazis" were part alien and human hybrid that had powers. They looked like humans until they used their abilities. A big majority of them looked alien-like when they used their powers so we just called them bug freaks. I was one of the prisoners (a male teenager).

Anyways, we were just chilling around a little fire chatting about life, family, and our captors (just "normal" stuff) when a group of people started a protest/breakout.

I switched perspectives and I was now one of the male soldiers.

The protesters were wearing armor suits that they managed to pilfer and rebuild. Some were fighting, some were just standing in a formation. After defeating the ones fighting, I went to the idle ones and started insulting and belittling them.

I told them they were worthless, wouldn't make it out, and that protesting was only going to make it worst for them in the long run. One of them spat at me and called me scum. That angered me, so I pulled out my weapon (it was like a combination of a taser and mini trident) and stabbed a few of them to break their line. 2 of them gotten stabbed really badly in vital places, but I didn't really care. In my mind, they deserved it.

I switched perspectives once again to a passing female soldier and I was pissed at what previous-me did. I told him to scram before I beat the shit out of him (i think I was a higher rank). I was onr of the "good" ones. I didn't really care that we were imprisoning them, but I did care that some soldiers were using unnecessary violence on them. To me, I didn't consider them "equal" to me, but I did have pity for them which was a bit condescending.

I had the power to heal, so I went to the two women who were badly injured. It was awkward because in order to use it, I had to hug the recipient and go into a meditative-like state to heal them. I had to do it quick because they obviously, (and justifiably) they didn't trust me. I didn't want them to die from their injuries or have serious health problems.

I healed them and then went home to my SO (I think he was my fiance?). We were talking anr vibing; ate dinner and was relaxing after a long day of work. He initiated sex, but when we got undressed, he realized that I was partially "feral" (I was a little on edge and still slightly glowing from when I used my powers) and he told me to leave because he didn't like me this way. He was a regular human that looked down on hybrids.

I left and decided to end the relationship because I was tired of it and I couldn't deal with him treating me like that the rest of my life.

Then the dream ended.

1/30/22 My friends and I stole a bunch of items from the grocery store and drove off to a park to search for a legendary buried treasure. Shortly after, four cops were searching for us. We decided to go further down the path so they wouldn't find us, but a few of us (myself included) forgot to get the snacks and we were worried we'd go hungry so we had to turn around and get them as the other half of the group continued on.

When we got back, the cops were already asking random passerby's if they had seen us and we made an attempt to sneak past them, but we were quickly seen because of the dogs we were walking.

The cops laughed and told the four of us to get on the ground and started making fun of us. One of them handed me a taser and continued to laugh. I mocked them by saying something like, "oh look at these fags unable to defend themselves! See, even if we hand one of them a taser they can't do anything because if they do, we'll just shoot them! So funny!"

They continued to laugh and the dream ended there.

Not sure if I need this, but just in case, Trigger warning as this post mentions weapons, home invasion, robbery, threats of violence, and mental illness.

A few nights ago I had a really scary dream. Basically in the nightmare I was with my bf in the apartment we live together in, laying on the couch together watching tv. We had been doing this that night before going to bed, like many nights. Anyway, we are watching tv calmly when we hear the front door, which is locked, jiggling. I remember saying, thats weird. Then the locks begin turning and I said “why is the door unlocking?!”. Before either of us could react the door opens and a man barges in. His face was fully painted in scary clown like makeup, like something out of a horror movie. My bf and I are both freaking out and the man is holding a metal pipe and I am trying to think about what to do. Our phones aren’t in reach, my mace on my keys out of reach, my taser and revolver are in a hidden area but literally right next to the guy. First he grabs my purple backpack and I start freaking out. Then the man drops it inexplicably and runs out. Then he runs back in and before anything else could happen I woke up shaking. I immediately ran to the door to make sure it was locked, checked to make sure the cat was okay, then my sleeping bf. I kept my taser and this metal flashlight/baton device next to my side of the bed and have each night since.

In September 2020, my bf’s car window was smashed and the car was burglarized in a parking lot not far from our residence. My backpack was stolen which contained, among other things, keys to my car and our residence and photo id which lists our address. We got the locks changed months ago and filed a police report, but they never found out who did it. This may be related but I have been having a really hard time with this.
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