Testicle gang massacres Las Vegas workers
I don’t remember what I dreamt the night before last. Last night I dreamt that I was in a suite on the sixth or seventh floor of a Las Vegas high-rise hotel. I think the room was rented to my parents, but two girls I knew (EmilySarah and Mary, I think) were in the room with me. We were at the window, looking down on a dirt lot across the street. The lot may have been a demolition derby lot, or it may have been a construction site (I think there was a steel frame over it). There were workers on the lot, and it looked like a fight was breaking out among them. It became apparent that some of the people were not workers, but were members of a gang. After a couple of minutes of hand-to-hand fighting, the gang members pulled out machine guns and massacred the worker’s, and made it point to shoot up the workers’ cars (which were all a dull light gray color). It was established that this was an elusive gang whose name had something to with testicles (I want to say “Balls It”, but I think the second word was longer), and they were feared throughout the country for their ruthless massacres. After they had throroughly ravaged everything and everyone on the lot, they got into their cars (which were vivid colors, in contrast to the workers’ cars) and drove their cars into a formation that spelled out the name of their gang. They then fled the scene. EmilySarah, Mary, and I knew that this gang was very serious about protecting their anonymity, and we hoped they hadn’t seen us at the window. We backed away from the window, and EmilySarah and Mary left to join the rest of our friends, who were gambling in the casino downstairs.
The hotel room had a bakery counter in front of the window, and it had a loft across the room from the window. The bathroom was beneath the loft. To exit the room or to access the bathroom, you had to go down two or three steps to another area off to the side of the loft and the bakery floor. I followed the girls to the door, but after they walked out, I noticed a hotel employee entering the room through an employees only door next to the bathroom door. When I turned around, there was another hotel employee behind the bakery counter. He had replaced one tray of pastries with another tray of a different kind of pastries, and it was established that he had done this in some sort of attempt to cover up the massacre. I walked to the window and looked out, and all of the bodies and damaged cars had been removed from the lot below, even though it had been less than a minute since the gang had fled. I figured the hotel really wanted to cover it up fast, because it would be bad for business if their guests found out. That’s all I remember.
The hotel room had a bakery counter in front of the window, and it had a loft across the room from the window. The bathroom was beneath the loft. To exit the room or to access the bathroom, you had to go down two or three steps to another area off to the side of the loft and the bakery floor. I followed the girls to the door, but after they walked out, I noticed a hotel employee entering the room through an employees only door next to the bathroom door. When I turned around, there was another hotel employee behind the bakery counter. He had replaced one tray of pastries with another tray of a different kind of pastries, and it was established that he had done this in some sort of attempt to cover up the massacre. I walked to the window and looked out, and all of the bodies and damaged cars had been removed from the lot below, even though it had been less than a minute since the gang had fled. I figured the hotel really wanted to cover it up fast, because it would be bad for business if their guests found out. That’s all I remember.