A family of four were living in a big, white, lofty house with large windows. They were held in friendly custody with some officials about something or another. The officials knew it wasn't anything serious, the family thought the same. They were facetious about the situation.
At some point a very distinct, LOUD gunshot is heard. (Since when do dreams have audio?) Kills off most of the officials, I think the mom of family as well.
Another LOUD gunshot, this time supposedly from an AK held by a dark figure.
Gunshot after gunshot, a different gun. Every time a shot went off I would see it down its barrel.
Everything is pretty much in ruins, everyone is pretty much dead.
I peek over from under the desk and rush outside through the broken window. I see who the perpetrator is; some guy wearing a trooper uniform on a horse.
I lept onto the nearest tree hoping that he would not notice my escape. I bounded really high when I tried running.
your dream is effing weird, but i like your pictures :)
ReplyDelete