I had a dream last night where two of my friends got into a bitter argument with one another. They were shouting and screaming and it just wouldn't stop. Then they drew guns at one another. I lept in the middle to try and talk them down from it, or at least push the guns away, and both guns went off. I was shot twice. I don't know if I lived or died in the dream, but I remember being in intense pain in the ambulance ride to the hospital, and there was no one there to tell me I'd be okay, because the police were taking them both off to jail.

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Some days I don't like dreaming.