A Dream of Mine
In a very small hotel room, there were bunk beds. Three guys were talking amongst themselves, while three of us were hanging out. Across the street through the window I noticed and pointed out mini-vans floating helicopter-like in front of a tall building across the street, with huge mini guns propped to the sides really blasting the place. In my moment of astonishment the other three men pulled out guns for an assassination attempt on one of us. I walked over to grab the pistol of the center guy’s hand and he shot through my thumb and wrist and it hurt so bad, I actually felt it. But I ended up wrestling the gun from him and pulled it away and began shooting. I shot one of the lackeys and as he fell he let loose a rain of bullets on my companions. The other lackey ran out of the room shooting at my legs. I remember thinking how badly it hurt when I was shot before and I didn’t want it to happen again. I felled him with a series of bullets. And eventually down came the older gentleman in the center, who had shot my hand. One of my companions, an asian, got shot up pretty badly, many times, while another of my companions only got hit in one major area. They both collapsed while I proceeded to blast the three men until they were dead. My companions ended up getting into the upper bunk. Standing there alone I kept cocking my gun over and over, because I had never held or used a gun before and it felt weird to actually do it. Then the building through the window exploded and collapsed shaking up our hotel. I peeked outside of the room and noticed two men standing to one side of the door, I could only assume they were there to finish the job. I slammed shut the door and there happened to be a huge gap between the door and the frame and one of the men began shooting at me while the other guy just stayed behind the shooter. I shot back as I pivoted around until I had a better view. As the gap got bigger I noticed the man was Tim Allen and behind him was Leonardo DiCaprio. I took out DiCaprio easily, for he had no gun and Allen cowered away at the death of his comrade. I stepped outside the room to pursue him. Denizens of the hotel watched with pallid expressions as I held the gun straight out as Tim Allen backed up and I shot him in the left side of his forehead. I went back inside and mysteriously another little boy was in the room and he had been shot. I stayed by the sink and kept cocking my gun over and over. A knock came at the door, I readied my gun for another shooting but I found out it was security and turned the gun around in my hand for a pistol whip. I opened the door and struck the security guy, who happened to be a younger guy, about my age and directly behind him was a younger girl, about my age as well, who was also a security guard. I swung and hit but as I realized it was a girl I slowed my hit drastically so it only tapped her, grabbed her arm and pulled her in, then grabbed the unconscious guard and dragged him into the room. For some reason it seemed there were a lot more unaccounted people in the room and we explained to the conscious guard what had happened. By then the injured Asian had passed away and I remember another dead body lay buried under the covers in the bed. Everyone had gotten out of the bed and I remember my friends Zach Ulibarri and David Palm were amongst the accounted and unaccounted and were discussing what our next plan of action was to be. We knew we had to get out of there in order to avoid more shootings. David suggested “Sizzler, because it’s open all night” END.

I remember feeling very disappointed when the phone woke me up and wrenched me from my dream. Did I like killing the people? I certainly didn’t enjoy being shot or shot at. I was extremely fascinated by cocking and re-cocking the gun. I think my most enjoyment came from being the important one, the protector. They relied on me to live. It felt good to be needed.

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