Several weeks ago, I had a dream that I was a British colonist, in 1600's America. The other colonists and I were in the process of building a settlement when a group of Indians appeared out of the nearby forest. One was a chief. They came offering peace with us; they didn't want trouble with settlers (I know this is all sounding cliched, but bear with me). The proposal was rejected by the leaders of the colony. I ended up taking the side of the Indians in the resulting battle, along with several other settlers. The sky was dark. The Indians and I charged the settlement. I had a bow and arrow, but I dropped in favor of a gun I found on the ground. As we reached the entrance to the compound, I hit a colonist in the gut with my rifle. Someone else shot him. As I moved through the compound, I saw a man with a woman standing behind him. He was protecting her. I shot him, and the bullet travelled through his body, killing her as well. They'd been unarmed. That's all I remember.
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