Me, this girl, and this boy are in a jumper, they both have a gun but I don't, they both go after me and each other. Their guns both have lazer pointers. I jump over this bouncy obstacle in the jumper and catch the girl by surprise and manage to grab her gun away from her. Then I shoot her right in the forehead, she has a short pause of shock then collapses dead. Then I hear the boy with the gun, the magazines in his gun seem to be making him go insane, he's yelling gibberish to me. I run out of the jumper and to the right is hundreds of out door playground and jungle gyms with wood chips on the grounds, but if I go straight their is hundreds of indoor play tubes and foam play shit on a rubber ground. So I run behind some play tubes and nets, but I hear him mock my hiding spot so I keep running further back, but his lazer pointer is always on me no matter what. I decide to try and shoot him from behind a tube, I keep missing, but his bullets are flying to close for comfort passed my shoulders and head, so I run back a few tube, and hide behind a tube slide, suddenly I hear and see him walking around the tube I was hiding behind like he teleported, Iget up without a second thought amd fight him for his gun, I end up getting it away from him and I shoot it at him but it seems to be out of bullets so I throw it at his head even though in hindsight that was a dumb idea, I see him reach in his pocket for another magazine, so I quickly reach in my pocket for another magazine for my gun, I take the old one out and this magazine has two shiny clear glittery baby blue bullets, one the size of a pea, the other is a normal bullets shape, I shove it in and shoot the boy in the stomach, but it doesn't do anything so I shoot him in his head three times and then he falls to the ground and then I hear a loud voice in the air say that I am the victor.
I entered into a lucid dream, when I started seeing things in my eyelids I decided to make the eyes into something not threatening so they started to form into the eyes of a kitten until I was in a dream and holding a little black kitten with blue eyes, I jumped out of bed and ran to my door with the kitten. (I don't know why I sprint for my door whenever I WILD) I opened the door before I could think up of a scene or place to go but it was to late anyways because I then lost the lucid and began dreaming that this man was chasing me through this house with many rooms, I ran to the back and ran outside on this porch/dock and saw many people on little one person speed boats and I held out my thumb thinking maybe one would give me a ride before the man caught up, then all the people pointed guns at me, and a women laughed and said please please please let me do it let me just do it. and I looked at her shocked and said no and then ran into the brush she kept her gun pointed at me the whole time. woke up
This dream takes place in a fair sized mansion. The occupants of the mansion are a brown haired husband and his rich blond haired wife. The have a dark haired Latino maid who lives with them and cleans the house while they are at work. The wife is a snob and treats her husband and maid with contempt. The husband is not rich and works in a humble car mechanics shop, to his rich wife's dismay. The entire dream takes place from the third person perspective. One morning the maid on the second floor of the mansion doing some chores when she hears "I want him dead!" come from the wife's room. Curious, the maid leans her ear against the door and eavsdrops. Some of the words are muffled but the maid is sure that she hears the wife complaining about her "dead beat husband" and how the quickest way "to get rid of him" would be. The phone conversation ends and the maid panics and rushes back to her cleaning duties but she is nervous over what she heard and her hands shake. The wife exits her room and stops suddenly, to glare at the nervous maid for a moments before hastily making an exit from the mansion. The maid goes to the man's work place, a back alley car mechanic shop, and tries to tell him what she overhead and believes that his wife is going to try and kill him. The man disregards what the maid is trying to tell him, saying that while he and his wife do have their differences, he does not believe that she would try to kill him. The maid protests but the man tells her to go back to the mansion and not to worry about it. The maid is ruminating about the situation while she cleans the mansion when suddenly the wife shows up in the middle of the day with several plastic bags in hand. The maid asks the wife why she is not at work and the wife curtly responds with "I went shopping." The wife and the maid do not look at each other directly and the maid pretends to not notice what the wife is doing, even as the wife empties the shopping bags and throws them down on the kitchen table. She puts away a few groceries and then carries a large white box up to her room. The wife returns empty handed, gets quickly gets back into her car and leaves. The maid picks up the seemingly empty shopping bags to put them away when a small crumpled piece of paper falls out of one. When it is uncrumpled, it turns out to be a hand written receipt for twelve hand guns. The wife's signature is below the amount paid for the weapons. There is a crudely drawn sketch of one of the guns in the middle of the document. The monetary amount and names are written in a red ink, while the sketch of the gun is in black ink. The maid leaves the mansion and goes back to the man's work place, shows him the gun reciept and asks in a demanding voice "So what do you make of this??" The man just shrugs and says nothing, though the expression on his face seems to be a mix of concern and worry.
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