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The gunman
Here's another nightmare I wrote down on my phone to share with you all! I think it was caused by seeing the musical 'Assassins' last night.
In the dream, I had a fictional older brother - bald and with a black goatee, like Kane from Command and Conquer - who I knew was planning to go on a gun rampage, starting near a fast food restaurant that had somehow wronged him. He thought he was alone in my parents' house, and for some reason I had to wait in hiding until he took both his guns and left before calling for help. I called 999, they asked me which emergency service I required, and I said "oh, all of them".
I walked around outside, the town was quiet and I thought that he might have given the idea up. Later on I went to a bar nearby where a singer that I knew was performing... and after a while there, he turned up and started shooting. I ran outside, where the streets were now lit in red and bodies were strewn over the road, keeping on running but not being able to get out of the area where he was.
Then I kept going back in time and trying slightly different things in order to prevent the event from happening - I remember trying 911 for emergencies instead. Sometimes he would come back into the house after leaving and I would have to hide until he left trying not to make a noise. I was always hopeful that something was going to happen differently, but it always ended with everyone being killed again... on one path, the singer from the bar rose up and led the ghosts in a beautiful, mournful acoustic guitar song about how it had been their destiny to die like that (I have since completely forgotten the music).
Eventually, I found a way to get myself outside and following the brother with a friend that I'd convinced to keep an eye on him. We followed him through a group of street performers, keeping back so he didn't notice us, but I had to wait for the friend to recognize him before we ran forward and tackled him from behind. We got him to the ground, and found that he was wearing multiple gun belts but had no weapons on him.
He laughed and said that he had changed his mind - we dragged him back to the house and into his bedroom, where I spoke to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. I told him "I know you kill me in the end. This time it wasn't today, but I know it happens."
I closed the door, then went and had a jacuzzi with some investors who told awful jokes.
In the dream, I had a fictional older brother - bald and with a black goatee, like Kane from Command and Conquer - who I knew was planning to go on a gun rampage, starting near a fast food restaurant that had somehow wronged him. He thought he was alone in my parents' house, and for some reason I had to wait in hiding until he took both his guns and left before calling for help. I called 999, they asked me which emergency service I required, and I said "oh, all of them".
I walked around outside, the town was quiet and I thought that he might have given the idea up. Later on I went to a bar nearby where a singer that I knew was performing... and after a while there, he turned up and started shooting. I ran outside, where the streets were now lit in red and bodies were strewn over the road, keeping on running but not being able to get out of the area where he was.
Then I kept going back in time and trying slightly different things in order to prevent the event from happening - I remember trying 911 for emergencies instead. Sometimes he would come back into the house after leaving and I would have to hide until he left trying not to make a noise. I was always hopeful that something was going to happen differently, but it always ended with everyone being killed again... on one path, the singer from the bar rose up and led the ghosts in a beautiful, mournful acoustic guitar song about how it had been their destiny to die like that (I have since completely forgotten the music).
Eventually, I found a way to get myself outside and following the brother with a friend that I'd convinced to keep an eye on him. We followed him through a group of street performers, keeping back so he didn't notice us, but I had to wait for the friend to recognize him before we ran forward and tackled him from behind. We got him to the ground, and found that he was wearing multiple gun belts but had no weapons on him.
He laughed and said that he had changed his mind - we dragged him back to the house and into his bedroom, where I spoke to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. I told him "I know you kill me in the end. This time it wasn't today, but I know it happens."
I closed the door, then went and had a jacuzzi with some investors who told awful jokes.
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