This dream took place on approximately the night of May 1st, while I was home visiting my family. This was the worst dream I’ve had in a while. I had several other dreams while I was home, but this is the only one I remember clearly enough and feel is significant enough to record at this late date.

I’m not sure how the dream started; I can only remember it from a certain point. A large number of kids (supposedly the whole school) was gathered at the top of a tower similar to the Hillsborough High School clock tower. There was a rather large room at the top.

I had a shot gun, and I was filled with rage. When the time was right, I opened fire on the kids, just cutting them down. As the bodies fell and screams filled the air, I fired again and again. Blood was everywhere. The kids were stampeding the stairs in a blind panic to get away from me. It was easy to follow them down the stairs, as they were tripping all over each other in hysteria. I continued to slaughter them.

Then I got to one guy who had fallen and was trying to get away from me, but he was too slow. I put my foot on his neck, pressing his face against the step, and was about to blow his brains out point blank. Then I noticed that it was my Malaysian friend Jeff from ECNU. Something inside me said, whatever! just kill him anyway! At this point I finally snapped out of the rage and said to myself, what the hell am I doing?! why am I killing these people?! I honestly didn’t even know.

Somehow I managed to ditch the gun and get out of the tower along with the other kids without being recognized.

This is where the nightmare really began. I couldn’t believe what I had done, and I didn’t know why I had done it. I was freaking the hell out.

As I was freaking out I met up with a friend (I don’t think it was anyone from my real life), who for some reason was on my side. He offered moral support but no solutions. At one point I even said to him, “this is just too crazy. This has got to be a dream. I’ve got to wake up!” But I couldn’t wake up. For this reason I concluded that it wasn’t a dream, which made me even more scared. (Usually in nightmares as soon as I realize it’s a dream I’m able to wake up and “escape.”)

I was on the UF campus. The “clock tower” had been somewhere near the Mallory/Yulee/Reid Hall areas. (There’s no actual clock tower there. Reid Hall is the dorm I lived in freshman year. I lived in Yulee senior year.)

Anyway, I started wandering around alone, unsure where to turn. I took off the sunglasses, my sort of “Superman” disguise I had used for the massacre.

I came upon a surveillance/communications van in the parking lot behind Yulee. It was part of the police team that had been called in to investigate the massacre. I didn’t see any other officers around besides the one in the van (indeed, the whole campus seemed deserted), but I took them at their word. They were monitoring communications between police that were investigating.

For whatever reason, they let me hang out with them while they conducted their investigation. They had no idea I was the one that did it, and didn’t suspect me at all. I asked them questions and stuff. They told me that between 10 and 20 kids had been killed. This was less than I expected, which relieved me somewhat. As time went by and nothing happened, I started to relax, even though I was still afraid they would catch me.

That’s all I remember.