Where i live in real life, someone got stabbed about a week ago and died downtown. he was my gf's brothers friend. I had a dream that we were at his funeral(i didn't go in real life) and he wasn't in a casket, but he was on a counter with a blanket over him. (his funeral was closed casket because he lost to many fluids and didn't look good)
the next dream i had i was at work at 6 in the morning. it was dark outside. i saw a lady and a man steal a 6 pack of beer. i started to stop the lady but the guy pulled a gun on me in the entrance, i backed off. he went outside and i ran out, and he pointed it at me again. i fell down behind the wall and went backinside. i got someone who worked there(haven't seen the guy in years, he actually went to my high school. not worked with me his name was chris burdict) and he came outside with me and i couldn't find the people anymore.
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