Yesterday I woke up from a dream...actually a nightmare. It was at night and Summer and i were walking. She had dropped something, It was a flower that I had given her that night. She was gonna reach down to get it and I told her," I got it". So as I picked up the flower I heard a shot and Summer.....fell...to....the..ground. I heard where the shot came from and I saw a guy looking at me from the shadows. I took off after him I ran as fast as I could. Moments later I caught him and held him down to the ground, I asked,"Why?! Why did you shoot at her?!" Mind you I had never seen this person before." He said," I wasn't trying to shoot at her. I was trying to shoot at YOU! I'm your son! I let go of him, I saw into his eyes as he told me. He was crying, I knew he was telling the truth. All I could think of if he's my son what did I do to that was so bad that he would kill me... And that's where I woke up. I never felt so guilty in my life. It seriously made me think cautiously about having kids or a kid. I just hope it was that.