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I had a dream this morning that I was trying to kill Walter White and Gus (from Breaking Bad) and I managed to blow them up with an RPG that was controlled through my iPhone. I went over to their bodies to make sure they were dead, kicked Walter in the head, and then I got shot in the stomach. My friends John and Tom were with me, and Tom was holding a .44 Magnum, and was getting scared at everything. Earlier in the dream, I was getting chased by people, and I found this "base camp." We were in the middle of some African's war base, which was weird as fuck but I told them I was not a threat (came to him bearing no arms with hands up) and someone wanted to kill us. Tom was moving around so much with the gun that he ended up shooting me in the lower right back. I was freaking out and started crying, and went outside to find an African sitting on some ammo crates reading a magazine. I started unzipping my winter jacket and showed him my two wounds. Lower slightly-to-the-left-of-middle stomach, turned around and showed him the back wound and asked "How long do you think I have left?" He told me I should just "Go to sleep." I was like FUCK no man I don't wanna just go to sleep and not wake up.