Creativity of the Subconscious...(1)

Past few nights I have been dreaming a lot...the fact that I've got a lot of free time this sem, I guess, has sunk in too far, more than required! My dreams these days have been amazing, if put together might just beat any Quentin Tarantino creations in terms of abstractions [:P]

The night when I was almost killed!
There's someone near my window...I hear something..was it just a shadow, no someone's there. Oh my God! seriously, someone's there..should I get up and see..cant even get up..he's too close to the window, did he see me?
Before I could think anything, I hear firing- not once, but twice, thrice, continuous sparks coming out of the hole made in my glass window...I was shocked!!! Not even a pistol, machine gun!!!! If I was siting on my chair now...I would have already reached a different world!! Oh God!! Can't even scream...did he see me...my bed's just next to the window...what if he see's me...if he..Oh here he goes...his head turns slightly and he is now looking directly into my eyes!!!!! Thud!
shha...I got up, what a bad timing! In a way relieved to find myself still in this world, I looked at the window..still in doubts..checked if all my curtains were shut, window closed and again lied down. It was my second night in this room, actually first after shifting my bed close to the window....and this came almost like a surprise. Never ever did such a thought strike me, when I changed the arrangement. Interesting! It lasted just for few seconds but made me shit scared! I dint think why? who? all that reasoning was blown out with the very first shot..all I could feel was tension, the closeness to that final moment. It is horrifying to wait for it, when you know for sure that it will strike you any time. Believe me, I would have died even before the bullet struck me.