Sometimes I dream

And I'll wake up

Only faintly remembering

Whatever it was

But for once I remembered

No matter it seemed cliche

But For once I remembered it as clear as day

I dreamt of a shootsmen

coming to my school

Instead of being scared

I asked " where ever might he be?"

The answer was just on the front lawn

His face was contorted

Intent of kill and harm

And I walked right up to man

He noticed me and shot

But a stumble and a fall

I was no worse than before

I said " hello Mr. Gunman. How do you do?"

He looked a little surprised

Then raising the gun once more

I said " Mr. Gunsman I know it's a lot to ask,

But may you do me a favor?"

He'd reply me with " kid do you know what your doing?"

I smile

" I'm afraid I do Sir."

"Got any last words?" he said carefully

"Thank you Mr.Gunman." and I smiled and little smile

and he looked at me

shot

and said

"My names' Mr.Smith."

and i would say 

"Thank you mr.Smith" then falling to the ground.