I once had a dream where I was walking down an empty street. The buildings all had signs that were in a different language but I could read them. They were the names of the shops and businesses. I came to a school and went inside. I went into the gym and for some reason I had a gun and started shooting everyone that was there. I went back out into the hall and fell to the floor crying. All the souls came out and picked me up and I heard someone singing. It was Jesus (I saw Him and He looked at me). He sang, "It's not the first time, it won't be the last. It happened before, It will happen again". Then he showed me a path. It was not straight. I was never the same after that.
