RobotGymnast

Returning from Switzerland, my mom left me with my younger brother momentarily at the airport (actually, for quite a while). Responsible brother that I am, I noticed some people I know at a restaurant, and walked over to talk to them. It turned out one of them was having a birthday, and was going to a club to get drunk and whatnot. I then remembered I have a 9 year-old brother sitting alone at the airport. I returned. He was not there.

I looked around frantically, but he was nowhere to be found. I yelled at somebody who worked there, "Did his dad already pick him up?" I was told that yes, he had. Well Christ, that meant he'd likely been kidnapped (since his dad wasn't expected to be there). I bounded up, and started ascending flights of stairs. It was about this point where the goal of the dream changed from "Get my damn brother." to action-movie-sequence; my brother no longer appeared in the dream (not even in thought) after this point.

Behind me, I noticed that more and more armed gunmen appeared, the further I ascended. They were letting me through to negotiate with the guy at the top (I knew this was likely expected to end in my death). I also noticed a girl I'd flirted with a little at the restaurant was following me. I put two and two together and realized that, since she didn't have anything to do with this (to them), she was going to be killed. I turned around briefly to see her pass by the first gunman, and he began to draw his pistol. I continued running forward, but heard the shot behind me.

I felt no remorse, nor dread, nor even sympathy or pity for this girl. In fact, my only two thoughts were "Well, if she's was a keeper, she would've not walked into a room with armed gunmen without a plan." and "This is SO cool!" I made it to one of the top levels, where another woman was being held hostage, with two or three men were in the room. Nope, not this time.

I stopped in the middle of the room, turned to one of the gunmen. "Shoot me." I said, tapping myself on the forehead. He shot, but missed (a hostage struggling in your arms will do that). I turned to another, "Come on", again, tapping my forehead. He shot, and I swiped my hand through the air, feeling something thud into my palm. He looked frightened, then put his gun up to his temple. Again, I felt little emotion, but more of a man-to-man respect: "If he wants it that way, I'm not going to stop him." (That being said, I wasn't intending to kill anybody). By the time the shot was heard, I was already diving towards the girl, who would definitely be the next target if they realized I couldn't be killed.

I ended up saving her, and we ascended to the last level, where I found a doctor (who had become the new goal of this dream), dead by gunshot to the head, lying on the floor beside a gurney, a pool of blood, a diameter roughly three times that of his skull, lay around his head. They'd likely killed him before I'd even started ascending - they'd just wanted to kill me too.

And now, I was brought back to the beginning, before it all happened. I was walking by my high school, listening to a broadcast by that doctor on the radio (he was talking about how spermicide is the most cost-effective option to keep from getting pregnant, because it lasts 9 years). Anyway, I got back to the airport, rushed upstairs, and managed to get him out of the building in time.