I had a dream that I made friends with some mafia-type drug dealers. One day, they were complaining about this guy who was horning in on their territory and how they ought to do something about that.
The next day, on my way to the bar that they always met, I saw that other guy. I thought it’d be amusing to bring him to meet my friends so they could yell at him.
Apparently, I had misapprehended the seriousness of the situation. I was like “Hey, guys, look who I brought!” and they were like “Why the heck did you bring him here? We aren’t ready for this?” and I was like “Hey, guys, what’s with all these electronics you’ve got on the table? Are you building a robot or something? I like robots.” And they were like “No, we were building a bomb to kill this guy. But we’re not ready, so we’re gonna have to do this the old fashioned way – with a shoot-out!
Well, that guy had apparently brought henchmen of his own, secretly. Everybody pulled out guns and started shooting at each other. Someone handed me a gun and was like “you wanna get out of here alive? Use this.”
I had to shoot a couple guys in order to escape. I just thought “How am I going to explain this to my mom?”