Had a dream I tried to kill myself, but failed.
This dream was very strange to me, and I'm not really sure what to think of it. I'll start off with a little about myself- I am battling severe depression right now and have considered suicide many times. But it also really scares me. I am female, and 19 years old. In this dream, I had shot myself in the stomach, but I felt absolutely no pain from the wound, until I would actually look at it. If I wasn't looking at the wound, I pretty much forgot it was there. I went about my day after this incident, and my friend Chaz, whom I had recently lost contact with but we are now hanging out again and catching up, came to pick me up from home so we could hang out. We were getting ready to leave, in the car, about to drive off, and I start to remember that I had shot myself in the stomach. I started to think that if I left with my friend and was out all night, I would end up dying from the wound, bleed out or something. I fought with myself about whether I should go or not, and ended up staying. The next thing I remember, I was fighting with my mom (who doesn't really understand my depression all the much but has always been supportive and tries to find as much help for me as I can get) about how unhappy I was, and I told her I had shot myself in the stomach trying to kill myself. She freaked out, was worried, as any mother would be, and took me to the hospital. The last thing I remember from this dream is sitting in the hospital, talking to a friend, I can't remember who, and they were asking me if the hospital knew that I had tried to kill myself. I told my friend that if the hospital didn't know by now, they would know when they saw my arm, and I looked down at it, it was covered in cuts and it was swollen in multiple places. That's all I really remember, and then I woke up. I felt a lot of remorse in the dream, a lot of sadness. But also a lot of confusion. There was worry, there was fear. When I was leaving the house with my friend, what really made me decide to stay instead of leave with her was the overwhelming guilt and fear I felt. I was kind of panicked, in a sense.
I really hope this is enough information. Any input and interpretations would be greatly appreciated. I'm most confused about why the wound would only hurt when I looked at it, and how I would forget it was there.