FryingMan

Slept for somewhere around 5 hours at current "night time" (went to bed after midnight, after midnight it is 2015-10-27. Recalled a fairly long very dreamy/random-ish sequence.

+ I'm hiking with my wife among rolling hills. She wants to know about what's going on around us, we should head for higher ground. I look around and see a tall hill across across from our hill (the ground dips way down from where we are before climbing up to the other hill). She indicates her heart is not feeling up to the hike there. I personally feel fine and energetic/healthy.

I'm then looking at a computer map of our area. There is the idea of "density of people [camped?]", shouldn't be more than 1 person per 10 feet(?). I'm looking at this map and trying to find my way back to where we were standing, on the map. I see some suburban area with trees interspersed with buildings.

I'm walking up a dark road at night, and into a small store where I know the owner. Another guy comes in and I think he has guns. He's carrying plastic shopping bags, and he's talking about having to deliver a double-barreled shotgun to somebody. His bag rips and the shotgun is exposed. I back out of the store and take out my own shotgun and pistol. I'm backing up around corners down the path, when I get to another corner I line up a shot. He comes around the corner and I wait a bit then shoot. The gun is ineffective, like it's a child's pellet gun.
I back around the next corner and prepare my pistol. The guy (now different? Younger and dark skinned?) is with a young woman now. I leave the exposure of the corner and approach, lining up a head shot (on the female?), concerned about getting shot by them but wanting to make sure I get them. There is a tussle and I end up point blank shooting the (female?) around the neck but nothing happens. I say/think "these guns are ineffective against them!" and make a run for it.

The guy is distracted and the girl is hanging back so I try to escape. I think how disappointed my dad would be in me: I thought I was all bad-ass in getting these guns but now it appears I'm the bad guy. They will capture me and turn me in and I'll be disgraced. I'm trying to run but I'm not reaching any cover, they could come out and see me any moment. Nearby is some rural looking home with large fenced yard (and orange trees?) but if I go in there the owners of the home may not like me on their territory.

There's also a school near a path(?). A lot of little kids are playing there. I could befriend the kids and hide among them but if I'm caught and taken away they'd be sad. There are some adult women nearby, too.

There's a drinking fountain nearby and I go for a drink. Seem now to be in a covered outdoor area at night / low lighting. I'm washing my hands at a sink and turn around to help the woman working behind me who is making some huge long thing out of dough which is spread out on the cement ground across the path (30-40 feet wide?). I need to help her mix the water and flour to make the dough. A man comes and says that she/we need to get the dough on cookie sheets right away ("Do it now, soldier!" he says?) before the dough hardens up on the concrete ground. The woman(?) is then making small objects out of the dough and the man is saying "if you keep doing that there just may be enough for everybody."

Then a vague scene about putting the dough in constains on shelves in a very wide refrigerator(?)