On Sunday the 16th January I couldn't really remember much of the dream I had. I only remember hovering in mid air, with a lot of flats around me. I don't know where it was, nowhere that I know of. It was all dark and wierd. Then I hear a gun shot... I didn't feel anything, but I fell down dead. And then I woke up with my heart racing. It was wierd. One of the most wierdest dreams I've had.