I just woke up at about 5:20a.m. I dreamed that I was in some sort of an undercover operation and my cover was blown. I don't know how my cover was blown, but I know that I wasn't suppose to let anyone know who I was (FBI, CIA, NSA, DEA or something) I know I was in some sort of military barracks that had a lot of shower stalls. Everyone on my side of the law was caught by surprise except for me. The bad guys that we were about to bust were all taking showers in private shower stalls, so my team lined up in stalls next to them. When it was time to bust them they had these special guns built into the shower stalls and just started firing away killing all of my team members. I had busted one female from the bad guys and had to use her gun along with someone else and make a run for it. This other guy kept lagging behind as if he didn't believe he could get shot, so I kept having to convince him to hurry up. Well one time I'm looking back to encourage him and I see someone out of the corner of my eye. I turned and it looked like someone that I went to school with back in middle school. He said something to me and then shot me right in the chest from about fifteen feet away. My chest sunk in and I fealt the bullet go in my chest and out my back. I started to slouch over, but gathered my strength and ran. He just kept looking at me as I ran away from him. I collapsed up on a hill and he seemed satisfied that I was dead. I then saw him and this guy that I used to work with go into this hole in the ground. I got up grabbed my gun and ran over to the opening in the ground. When I arrived at the entrance I said something to him, but I don't know what I said. I do know that whatever I was saying I was full of anger. I started unloading my bullets into him. I must of shot him four or five times. I saw the blood rise up from his body and soak his clothes from the inside out. I shot him and not until afterwards did I remember that there was another guy with him. I started to run, but he wasn't chasing me and I could feal my body starting to give up. I fealt like I was dying. I started to think about my family and all my friends and got really sad. My heartbeat slowed down and I could feal each beat get further apart until the last one came and I finally woke up. When I woke up I was a little shaken and I slowly reached for my chest and fealt all around. The really weird part is the guy who shot me looked like this guy that I always been wondering " what happened to him since middle school" We were really good friends, but I never saw him in high school and I don't know what happened to him. His name is Robert Phillips.....