I think this is just a normal dream, but I thought I would post it here since it was weird.
I dreamt that I was shot in the lower pelvis by an intruder. My name was Crimes or Crimea (maybe one was a nickname), and I had been told at some point that I had 2 souls. As I lay there expecting to die, I looked for evidence of having 2 souls while "crossing over" and didn't see any. But it seems I wasn't dying yet. I walked outside and sat on a pile of "calcium salt" that resembled bricks and/or cement bags (dream ambiguity at it's best). I was writhing in pain and rocking back and forth. Someone out there suggested I use the salt to help with my injury and I explained why I didn't think it would help. At some point Laura (or at least the "Laura imagery" my brain came up with) arrived and was relieved that I seemed okay. The shock was wearing off and I looked for the bullet hole in my clothes but didn't find it. But there was a wound underneath and somehow blood got on the fringes of my clothing. Then I woke up.
After thinking about it further, .22 bullets can leave bullet holes so small they are hard to identify in clothing. If it enters cleanly the wound may not bleed much, so the blood could have come from the exit wound (unnoticed due to shock) from incidental contact. But it took a lot of reflection to come up with this explanation so it's interesting that my dream would have casual access to these ideas.
I dreamt that I was shot in the lower pelvis by an intruder. My name was Crimes or Crimea (maybe one was a nickname), and I had been told at some point that I had 2 souls. As I lay there expecting to die, I looked for evidence of having 2 souls while "crossing over" and didn't see any. But it seems I wasn't dying yet. I walked outside and sat on a pile of "calcium salt" that resembled bricks and/or cement bags (dream ambiguity at it's best). I was writhing in pain and rocking back and forth. Someone out there suggested I use the salt to help with my injury and I explained why I didn't think it would help. At some point Laura (or at least the "Laura imagery" my brain came up with) arrived and was relieved that I seemed okay. The shock was wearing off and I looked for the bullet hole in my clothes but didn't find it. But there was a wound underneath and somehow blood got on the fringes of my clothing. Then I woke up.
After thinking about it further, .22 bullets can leave bullet holes so small they are hard to identify in clothing. If it enters cleanly the wound may not bleed much, so the blood could have come from the exit wound (unnoticed due to shock) from incidental contact. But it took a lot of reflection to come up with this explanation so it's interesting that my dream would have casual access to these ideas.