Dream

I had this dream a week or so ago:

It's night. I'm walking around the cement yard that jutted out behind my mother's old classroom at my high school. There's only the amount of light that would be given off by maybe two dimming street lights. All of a sudden I spot a miniature gun, it's barely the size of my palm. I pick it up and cannot resist the urge to shoot it. I shoot it into the darkness and am immediately splattered by thick blood. I'm horrified and, realizing that I've just accidentally murdered someone, I drop the gun and look around me frantically. It is only then that I notice that there are 5 or 6 people standing around.

A woman a few feet from me, picks up the gun that I've just discarded and tells me that if I don't shoot the gun again into the darkness, that she will murder the small boy standing between me and herself. Not wanting to witness this child's death and hoping and praying that I can't possibly accidentally murder two people in the same fashion, I take the gun from her and shoot again into the darkness -- and am again splattered by a lot of thick blood. I panic and decide that I can't possibly explain any of this to the police, so I must kill every witness there. I do, and am each time splattered with blood.

I decide that I will have to leave town, change my name, and start a new life if I want to escape what I've just done. I walk towards the cafeteria, which isn't far at all from the cement yard. Inside the cafeteria, a class is being held, students are seated all around in a fairly disorganized manner with papers covering every surface of every lunchroom table. I walk up to my mother, the teacher, and am preparing myself to tell her of what I've just done and my plans to leave and start a new life when I realize that I'm dreaming. But beyond that, I realize why I'm dreaming this particular dream. I remember going to my friends' Justin and Eric's apartment and picking up a tiny gun lighter in Justin's room and being startled by the flame. I'm still covered in blood, but explaining this to my mom, who seems entirely unphased by anything I'm telling her, or my blood-soaked body.

Then I woke up.