In my dream last night
I made my way across the river to where everyone else on the camping trip was, and walking onto the bank, coming upon the overhang of a building they were all grouped together by a gang of men led by one who was three foot. The three foot man was trying to take a baby from us and I wouldn't let him, he said I would have to kill him to stop him and handing me a small gun, I held it like a piece of heavy candy for just a moment and then shot him in the head. It was empty, I shot again, it was empty, I shot again, it was empty. Sometime between the 3 shots the three foot man fainted, having not expected me to fire. When I opened the chamber it was all toy plastic. The three foot man was also a child who in the face looked grown. I took our baby and all of us made our way back to the far side of the river.