I had very broken up sleep last night. I dreamed at one point that my father shot me at close range with a pellet gun right in the middle of my forehead. I spent the rest of this dream yelling at him and telling him never to do that again in a very loud screaming voice. Then I woke up. I think also, that my head had been hurting on and off yesterday, so I may well have had a headache when I dreamed this.
In real life, I loved my father toward the later years of his life, but in his younger years, when I was a child, we were often at odds. I guess this dream was about that earlier time when we were both younger.
I was shocked by this dream, like how could I think that my father would do such a thing. I also felt guilty about the dream, like how coul,d I think such a thing about my father.