Hello, reading your dream about being shot reminded me of a dream I had: I was in an army and in my tent, presumably an officer as it was just for me, Jenny came in and shot me, I staggered (doing a Jimmy Cagney style effort), picked my rifle and shot her several times in the heart. The bullets going into the same hole. I can remember thinking, ‘That was good shooting’ and collapsed. I woke hearing sounds of the camp in the distance, stood up and looked around. There was a scrubby bush and two legs with boots on sticking out from underneath it. When I looked at them I realised it was my body and that I was dead. Then it switched to rolling green fields and I was walking along, hand in hand with Jenny.