Dream Recall: Tuesday, November 15th, 1977

It seems like a movie plot, I'm going upstairs behind my father, who is about one flight of stairs above me. On the second floor a guy is playing dead or sleeping on a cot or something and after my father goes by he starts to chase him so I yell out to warn my father and the guy shoots me for yelling (I'm shot through the heart). I fall on the threshold of the front steps and play dead, he doesn't come down after me so I take off. Lots of other dreams happen after that in which I keep saying to myself: "I really should see a doctor or something, I've been shot through the heart."