Someone wants plants I have to make drugs
When I give it to them, they give me what I think is a inferior version of the plants back. I accidentally throw it back into one of their backpacks
One of them tries to have me beaten. I resist and and up beating them instead
I tell him "If you are trying to teach me a lesson, there is no need, I've been learning it my whole life"
The man turns Indian and pulls out a .22 pistol and tries shooting me in the heart. He misses and hits me above in the shoulder
He shoots me two more times, but I turn and he hits me in the shoulder
He shoots me more times. I've been shot at least 6 times. I'm trying to get him to waste all his ammunition so that I can take the gun and teach him a lesson
I'm not sure what happens here, but the man is dealt with
I'm looking at my wounds trying to work out how to pull the bullets out. I'm pushing around one of them, because they aren't that deep, trying to see if I can make it pop out by applying pressure around it
I tell someone close to me in the room that I've been shot and I drop to the ground
For some reason I think there is some concern about me bleeding on the carpet
Second dream I am with a group of seemingly well trained soldiers
We turn up at a rural property that looks like it is in America
We are tactically dressed and all have fully automatic weapons
We approach a group of African American men standing in the middle of the carpark against some type of small building
I ask them "Have you gentlemen seem a no good, racist, redneck, piece of trash named *****?" (I don't remember his name)
They seem amused and point straight across the way in the carpark to a group of white men
One of them notices us and pulls a gun and starts shooting in our direction. Myself and the other soldiers I'm with quickly kill them all. A group of 10 or more
Then people are screaming and fleeing while we split up and comb through the crowd looking for the men were came for, to make sure we kill them all
Most people huddle down and stay out of our way as we move through
I see a girl I used to know named Samantha. She is talking to her son Isaac (who I know of but never met) telling him to put his gun down, not to get involved
For some reason, though Isaac is only a child today, in this dream he is about 18 years old
I see him and notice he is armed
He sees me and makes the mistake of lifting his gun to point at me
I put a couple of volleys of semi-auto round straight through his head and continue to look for the men I came for (who he is not one of). If he hadn't gotten involved, I wouldn't have had to shoot him and he would still be alive
Samantha runs over to him and though I warn her not to, she picks up his gun to try avenge him
I put a couple of volleys of bullets into her chest and head, killing her as well
I find one of the men I'm searching for, wounded in the carpark, trying to crawl away. I very deliberately put three semi-auto volleys of bullets into his head at point-blank range
It seems very overkill, but whatever they did to deserve it, it seems warranted. If anything it feels like they deserve more bullets
I continue though, killing another man who is trying to hide amongst the crowd of people huddling for cover. I don't think any of them are hurt in the cross-fire
A man I am kneeling next to whispers to me to warn me that a man sitting 4 feet behind him has a gun pointed to the wall, waiting for me to go past
I look and apparently the man is tipped off and seems to turn his gun to the head of the man that told me
I lean back and judge where the man with the guns head is, through a thin plaster wall and pull the trigger a couple of times
I move around to find the man who had been holding the gun, confused, clutching a bullet wound on his forehead
Somehow the bullet passed through his forehead, but he's still alive
I shot him point-blank in the head with at least two semi-automatic pulls of the trigger
Then I wake up
By the end of the dream, my team of other soldiers and I, have killed at least 15 men. Though the tally is probably allot higher considering the 4 of us (I think there were 4. At least 2 or 3 of us) split up to go hunt the men
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