Three Gun Alley
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Lucid Intent? No
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I had a super long dream, although most of it was spent walking. I don't remember how it began, but there is a part where I am in a room where there is a display table. Upon the table are what I understand to be ancient relics from a by-gone time, however these things would be considered very advanced to us (if it were in normal waking universe rules). Among the items were laser hand held guns. I pick one up and test it out by shooting it into the sky. It works, and I wonder a little if that laser will actually hit something, but that would be a long ways from here and a long time from now. I tuck the gun into my belt, and test out another weapon. This gun looks very different, but I recognize it as a gun all the same. It also works, and I take one more gun for good measure. I ignore (and don't even remember what any of the other items are). I walk out of the room feeling a little better now that I have the means to defend myself.
I am then outside where I do all that walking. I seem to have avoided other people for a good long time.
At some point, and I have no idea when it happened or how come, but the next thing I know my mouth is dripping with gore, and the front of my clothes are soaked in blood, and I am in general a mess. Things are a litte more urgent, though I don't remember what was after me, or making me feel I needed to run.
I come to a building, it's very plain looking and has no windows. I go inside and up a flight of wide metal stairs. I come to a flat where the stairs then start up in the other direction, but before me is an enormous metal door. It's about ten feet tall and about twice as wide. I stood there silently looking at the door for a long time. I think about going to see what was on the other side. I am about to open the door, though there is no handle to it. I guess you needed to just push it open. Then I notice what appeared to be a gladiotor's helmut, it looked more like something you'd see as a prop in a science fiction movie (not so surprising in a world where there are laser guns). I pick up the helmet and think it looks sort of small. WHat sort of warrior has such a small head, I wondered. I put the helmet back down where I found it. Something about the helmet and the huge metal door seem to be connected. I feel nervous, and then down right frightened of what lie behind the door. I decided I was not going to see what was back there and go back down the stairs and leave.
I walk around and feel that I have finally ran enough, and now I can relax. I come across some people who look kind of poor. Their clothes are dingy and torn, and they all seem to be making things with their hands and a few scragly looking tools. There is an empty wicker chair that looks like it has seen better days. I sit down and begin to talk to the other people. They seem amiable enough but they don't want to look at me, and turn away, but none of them actually gets up to walk away. They seem to be afraid, but given that I looked like I might have just eatten something alive, I suppose they had a good reason to be.
I remember trying to pull something out of my mouth that was stuck to my teeth (a recurring theme in my dreams, which has been thankfully not happening for a good while there, so I am sad to experience it again). I seem to be able to get rid of the gummy stuff, but then it just suddenly is there again.
There was a whole lot of other crap, but those are the things I feel are the most important stuff. I don't have all night to write this stuff.
