Trial and Error

I was in a boat what seemed like a pond (not 100% sure) with a friend/coworker from school Jacquie.
I looked down at my leg and realized that there was a large gash about the length of a pencil in my left calf. In the gash I could see all the way to my bone with ligaments scattered around. My ligaments were kind of like the thin rectangle plastic twine that is used to bind boxes, only it was green. It was almost like my leg was hollow, and there was no blood.

I was like "ah....maybe I should call a doctor."
Jacquie looks down and is like "Yeah, you should."
I get on the phone which is attached to a large, square, metal machine sitting behind us in the boat. I keep getting transferred and by the time I get a doctor on the phone the gash has extended up to my knee and almost around my entire leg.

They ask me what the problem is and I explain what is happening with my leg and ask if an ambulance can be sent to my old high school (I guess that is where I was). As I do my (where my tibia and fibula would be was just one bone) calf bone snaps off my femur and ligaments snap and bounce around. I quickly grab it and hold it in place so that it doesn't get so mixed up that I don't know where things go anymore.

"My leg just fell off." I tell the doctor
She asks "Are you sure this is a serious issue?"

I honestly wonder if it is. Am I over reacting? I think. I begin to mumble and tell the doctor that I would like to come in anyway, just as a precaution.

She says "Well, call back when you are sure what you want to do." and then transfers me to a machine that gives me facts about the hospital. I hang up angry, and decide to go to the hospital by myself.

I go to stand up, having to use my broken off leg to hoist myself onto my good leg. As the bones scrape together I feel the first pain in the dream. I let out an exhale of pain as I wobble to my feet. I start walking, and Jaquie is suddenly someone else. We enter a courtyard area and I suddenly nabbed by a guy with a gun looking for an easy hostage. He at first grabs my friend, but quickly lets her go and grabs me after seeing my leg.

We are quickly surrounded by a SWAT team with all guns aimed in this direction. They had been chasing him for awhile and I was annoyed that I was about to be the reason he got away. I wasn't scared as much as I was annoyed that I could not get away on my leg.

The SWAT team goes to move in and he shows off my leg my forcing me to stand up. (I am somehow sitting again) I do, and writhe in pain as my bones scrape together again. I try to hold my leg straight up to keep myself stable. Everyone lets out a gasp full of pity and I am really annoyed. I think to myself, "I don't care if you feel bad for me, it would be great however if you guys would actually help me. I need a hospital more than a childish groan."

My condition was however enough to get the SWAT team to back off. One of them for whatever reason seemed injured I go up to him and ask him if he is ok. I am pretty sure he had a moment of "she is asking me if I am ok". He says yes and slips me a gun, I nod in recognition and take it. My captor came up and pushed me away from him, resulting in me stumbling awkwardly backwards.

As soon as I gain my balance, I take the gun, aim it at his head, and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. I realize I did not cock it and that I am an idiot. I reach to cock the gun with my thumb but it doesn't feel like it is there. He raises his gun and aims it at my head. I see that my gun does not have a cock but two buttons in its place. He fires, luckily it does not work, and his gun beings to smoke. I hit the button on the left. (I somehow realized duh! I didn't hit the button.) and proceed to shoot him in the head.

He falls down dead and I am on to the next step of getting to the hospital. Everyone begins to cheer, and I thought, crap...now they are distracted and I will never get there. It calms down quickly however and they get me there.

I am checking in to the hospital as I wake up.