I am with her, for whatever reason I am her but I am also myself, not present
They intended for her to die, but by some miracle she/we make it back to shore
Then we are moving through Darwin looking for something to get free of the barrel we are stuck in, now on shore
We go to the Buff Club in Stuart Park
Somehow I have the feeling this dream is both connected to the shootings which happened in Darwin at the Buff Club ...
And the shooting of a Police Officer responding to a armed robbery of the Helensvale Pub in/on the Gold Coast
The woman in my dream is named Bianca and she is friends with a woman I know who was taken hostage during the robbery
I have a direct personal connection to people involved in both incidents
This dream is directly related to both. I'm sure of it
I'm trying to protect the woman from those who wanted to kill her, after I free her from her barrel
She wants to go stay at her place, but I tell her it's not safe and that she is staying at my place
I stop at my house and get a bug detector (RF signal detector) and sweep her car
We find a bug in the glovebox that we throw out the window
She checks the rest of the car, but I don't think we find anything
She refuses to go to my place without first stopping to get some marijuana to smoke
And also getting a cask of wine
'She's a full-blown alcoholic' I think to myself
Trying to find her marijuana turns into a real headache. We can't find anyone who has any to sell us
But she is like a addict. She will not go without, so we keep trying different places to find some for her
Sleazy men leer at her in a carpark suggesting she comes for a drive with them, while we are trying to buy marijuana
Until they see me and they leave her alone and drive off
I hate marijuana and I'm slightly annoyed she can't just go without for one night, even when people are trying to kill her
Then for whatever reason, we are separated (I think she got her pot from someone eventually)
I walk back down into a carpet to meet up with her and walk in on her being bundled unconscious into the back-seat of her car by 2 men who are trying to kidnap her
I am armed with a pistol on my hip
I pull the gun on them and yell out "hey" to them to announce my presence and ask what they are doing
The first man goes to pull his own pistol on me
I put three bullets in him and drop him
The second man reaches for his gun, hearing the shots
I put three bullets in him as well and drop him also
A couple who witnessed the shooting, present in the carpark, run for cover
I approach the men to be standing close to them both
I'm not sure if they are dead ...
So I put a extra bullet into each of their heads at close range, to make sure that both of them are dead
I then call the cops and advise them of the situation, telling them that a armed officer is on scene, so that they don't shoot me when they arrive to clean it up
I'm not sure who or what I am here, but I'm not a Police Officer. I'm something else, but it feels like I'm equally entitled to carry a gun and shoot people if necessary
I'm not at all worried about the Police. I did everything by the book
Well, except for confirming my kills at close range, when both men were already down (and might have still been alive)
But they won't contest that
I get the feeling that even if the witnesses told the Police they heard two separate shots at the end, I wouldn't get in trouble
I wasn't at all worried about the Police investigation
They would have to let me go one way or another in the end, even if they thought I did kill the men unjustly, I'd still get away with it
It felt necessary to kill these men any way
If I hadn't, they would have no doubt killed my friend. Or worse
The world was better off without them
In that sense I felt completely justified in the extra close-range head shot on each to make sure they were dead
I didn't feel remorse. It didn't even feel like I cared
I didn't care who the men were, or about the situation
If anything, I was annoyed I had to go through the red-tape of killing them
They whole thing seemed like a inconvenience for me
There wasn't even any adrenalin
I was as cool about killing them and waiting for the cops to come clean it up and collect my statement as I would be about going to the shop to pick up some groceries
Completely calm and indifferent to killing them
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