Capture Murder?

[lucidbuddha]

Murder on Main Street 11-8-06 I am with a group of friends, some of them I know, some I don't. We all wear blue shirts. We seem to be lost, around an abandoned army station? J. walks by a small shack and screams! I turn and she swears she saw a little boy's face in the window. After a few minutes, I see the boy's face too, but he is gone now. J tells me that she doesn't want to play in this dream.....why wasn't I lucid then? I felt very passive about the whole thing. The group decides to go into this shack. Walking in, we see a long corridor with many hallways. The boy comes out of a side door, surprising us a little. He says he can help us. I feel like he's a ghost and try to tell others. They don't believe me. The little boy has an apprentice? A girl who is a little older than him, she is his subordinate. I try to get her to tell me that he's a ghost. She says something like "there are bigger things going on here." We follow the boy throughout the maze like structure. Along the way we find various items of use, a walkie talkie and...weapons? I take a couple of group members and enter a doorway that leads to a large circular room. There are 3 men in green shirts that don't speak english. My friend tries to communicate. One of their guys is outside the window and needs help? We climb up to the window and drag him in, he's ok. He has a pizza. We decide to group up with the green shirts and go to this large, living-room type to relax and eat. There are plenty of sitting areas. The boy is missing. While we eat our pizza, the walkie talkie starts to make noise. Sounds like someone has somebody else in their crosshairs? I feel like it is 2 people on the 'red' team ready to shoot each other but they don't know it. Everyone is tense. Just then, the shadow of the boy was in the hallway that ran next to the large room, dropped. Large men with guns came through, everyone was silent, even the gunshot that killed the boy. They came in and shot a guy in his stomach, he was already in pain from being dragged through the window. He then started shooting people in cold blood. I passively ate my pizza, not a nervous bone in my body. I could feel the barrel on my shoulder, he passed me up. I then witnessed him go to my roomate, who was eating his pizza on the couch, very nervously. The man put the long barrel into his mouth, I could see the fear in A's eyes. And pulled the trigger. I looked down at the floor. END

[Rav1]

I wonder why were you so passive while around all that hustle and bustle? Eating your piece of cake on the side was a good idea so not to be shot casually (and not to die of hunger)...but wasn't it a bit selfish? Amongst different teams one cannot be an isolated island turning the blind eye, can one?