There was a party in a barn which I was invited to. It was pleasant enough and we (I’m not sure I recognised any of the company) all laughed and danced and drank. Then rather shockingly one of the guests paced over to a gentleman that was seated on a bale and held him tight with one arm round the throat. Just as quickly he took a gun from his pocket and promptly shot the man six times through the shoulders. The man died and we all ran in horror and hid behind the bales. Even though my eyes were tight closed I could see the murderer take off his clothes and start to hack off his own skin. It was so graphic and vivid. He bled all over the straw and screamed and laughed manically as he sliced through his skin. Then he took his fingers and pushed them hard into his sockets and shot himself in the face. He lay in a pile of crimson and everyone around me in a mad panic started to place the bodies into clear plastic bags. I could see him stare at me through the plastic. I ran out of the barn finally and into my mothers arms. The police arrived and I cried. Then I woke up.