Karaoke Nightmare

I realize now that a lot of my most memorable dreams have to do with death. I suppose the fear is what makes them stick.

I'm at a karaoke contest hosted by Alan Jackson (yes, the country singer). I am sitting in a folding plastic chair in one row of many. There is an aisle space to my left. I'm facing the stage, watching strangers sing. I see my mom and my dad, sitting separately, in rows ahead of me.


Troy Aikman (yes, the quarterback) stands up from the second or third row, and he has a gun. He walks out into the aisle and starts shooting people. He shoots my dad in the head. My mom stands up and Troy shoots her too. I must have yelled, because Troy turns around and faces me and walks straight towards me with his gun pointed at me. Then I woke up.