In this dream, we were at war. Whoever we were at war with had taken over all the housing places as well as the hosiptals and government buildings. Therefore, we were living on the streets. My boyfriend had already been killed. My family had already been killed. Most of my friends were dead. I was living on the street with a co-worker and another girl I knew. I was up walking around one day, and I was shot. I couldn't go to the hospital or they would kill me, so I lay in the street for two days with bullets in me. They thought I would die, but I didn't. I just lay there, dying. Someone gave me a shot in my heart of some medicine that was supposed to "put me to sleep," but it didn't work. It only drug out the dying process. I was long, except for this co-worker. I mentioned that I wish Tre' was there (ex-boyfriend, current best friend). Within minutes, he walked by. My co-worker ran after him and brought him back to me. He held my hand while I explained what had happened. I told him I was dying, and asked him to stay with me until I did. He told the girl, "I can take it from here," lay down with his arms around me, and held me until I died.