Subconscious Babbling

Last night's dream was a bit odd... I was on a road trip with a bunch of friends, both new and old. We got hungry and pulled off the freeway for a bite to eat. We stopped at a sprawling truckstop-type place (if you've ever been to Wal Drug you have an idea of the cheesiness of this place). At some point we decided it'd be a good idea to play a game. So we play shootout, with guns, inside the resturant.

Now, these were gun type guns, not filled with blanks, not paintball or airsoft either. Guns.

So we start shooting up the place trying to kill each other. We think it's all great fun. And really to my surprise, no one around us really seems to notice or care. We're busting out windows, diving across tables, hiding behind the fish tank.

Finally, some of the group decides to team up so some kills can be made. But they don't see me hiding behind a partition. I get the drop on them, fill 'em full of holes before they realize I've ambushed them. Interestingly, the guns didn't actually kill them. Just put holes through their cloths and them. They didn't scream or bleed or die... Just got dissapointed that they just lost and went back to our table.

The game wasn't over yet and I knew I wouldn't get an opportunity like that again. I swung around through the kitchen and had a quickdraw moment against another friend. I caught a break and it was just me and one other. I went through a pair of swinging doors and was outside...

I was around apartment buildings on the southern edge of a lake. People were everywhere along the shore and near the buildings. Like people waiting around for fireworks to start, out on beach towels in the grass or hanging out on the doorsteps.

We never finished the game...