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I was in a large courtroom inside of a courthouse. There were several people there and it seemed
like some sort of court was in session. A few people had guns but not the officers who were supposed
to. Someone ended up dropping their gun toward the front of the room and I managed to pick it up. I
shot and killed a couple people, and nobody seemed concerned that I had a gun, or that I was doing
anything wrong. People kept arguing their case to the court, and occasionally I would shoot someone
or someone else would shoot. Nobody tried to take the gun from me, because I "got it fairly"
whenever someone dropped it.
At one point a guard with a gun came to the front of the room. I thought that he was going to shoot
at me, but instead he shot toward the cieling to draw attention or try to maintain order. His bullet
was moving very slow, so I shot at him. The bullet almost seemed to arch. It was like the bullet
wouldn't make it to me if it didn't travel up and arch over, allowing me to shoot him before his
bullet got there. After I left the court room, there were several people in the hallway outside, and
I saw one of my old professors. Wintsch was standing and looking at me, so I shot at him before he
took off down the hall.
(It almost seems like the guns shot a BB or pellet, because sometimes I could watch the bullet
travel, and I could jokingly shoot it at people without anyone thinking I was doing something wrong.
Although when I did shoot at people, they usually died or pretended to die, so maybe the gun morphed
into a BB gun toward the end of the dream.)
I had this dream while taking a short nap during the evening. I was probably asleep for an hour and
a half before having this dream and waking up.
Note - this dream was very odd, it almost seemed to be an animation or cartoon or something - not as
realistic or cohesive as most of my dreams.
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At the start I was wandering (maybe driving) around a town looking for Sam's Club and Wal-Mart. I
was having a lot of trouble finding Wal-Mart, so I asked my mother, who was up on an embankment and
had a better view. Her friend Jean was there, and I also remember asking her. On top of the
embankment barely visible over the trees was the Wal-Mart sign, so I headed that way. On the way
there was a large parking lot in a heavily wooded area, and there were people walking from their
cars towards Wal-Mart. Soon I found myself on the side of the large building, and I was being chased
by a man with a silenced gun. Somehow, I got control of his gun. I put it in a blue Wal-Mart bag,
and I threw it behind us back in the woods. This bought me some time, so I proceeded toward a large
ladder on the outside of the building. There was a guard with a silenced gun standing in front of
the ladder. As I approached, he took a knee and pointed his gun at me, but he wasn't able to pull
the trigger. I took the gun from him and started climbing the ladder. (Note - This part of the dream
played out much like a movie would.) While climbing the ladder, I was worried about doing so
quickly, because I knew the first man would be finding the gun soon. I remember seeing different
balconies from different apartments on the way up the ladder, with sliding glass doors. It seemed
less like I was climbing the side of Wal-Mart, and more like I was outside of an apartment building.
The higher I climbed, the more frightened I became of the height, and the harder time I had holding
on to the ladder.
Eventually, I thought that I woke up. I looked at my old junior high yearbook. All of the pictures
in it were hand drawn with pencil rather than being real photographs. I saw my old friend Greg H.,
and Rafe H. who had a picture right next to him. Even though it was an old yearbook, Greg had very
long hair and a beard. I have never known Greg to have either of these, so it was interesting to see
him like this. It was like I was seeing him in present day, but in an old yearbook. I remember
writing "Greg" across his forehead, and then I woke up.
Greg was a very good artist, and I remember looking at accurate sketches he did of yearbook photos
when I was younger. I haven't seen him for at least 8 years now.