Chased and shot in the dark: A Dream of fear and feeling Unseen

"Last night, I dreamed I was walking home late. The street was empty. The streetlights were flickering. I could only hear my own footsteps on the cold pavement. Then I heard another sound behind me. Footsteps. Faster than mine. I turned around, but there was nobody there. My heart started beating faster. I walked faster too. Suddenly, a car stopped next to me. The window rolled down slowly. I could not see the driver's face. It was too dark inside. I ran. I ran as fast as I could. My breath was heavy. My legs hurt. But the footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer. Then I felt a burning pain in my shoulder. A loud bang filled the air. I fell to the ground. Everything became slow and quiet, like the world was underwater. I looked at my shoulder. There was blood on my shirt. I tried to stand up, but my body would not listen. The pain was spreading through my whole body. I crawled toward a light in the distance. It was my house. I could see my family through the window. They were eating dinner and laughing. They did not know I was outside, bleeding on the street. I tried to shout their names, but no sound came out. I hit the window with my hand, leaving a bloody handprint. Nobody looked up. Then everything went black. I woke up in my bed, shaking. My shoulder hurt for real — I had slept on it in a bad position. I turned on every light in my room and checked the locks on the door twice. I could not fall back asleep for a long time."