dreams
i just woke up from a nightmare and wanted to write it down.
i was in a room of a hotel, but the room looked amazingly similar to the one i had at my parent's house, and i was a part of the mob and on the bed was my mobboss who had recently been shot and was slipping in and out of consciousness. There was another person in the room, part of the "family". we were on opposite sides of the bed and he was just pacing back and forth muttering to himself. oh and in the dream i was male or at least gendered male. anyway so the other family of the mob we were fighting were trying to make their way up the hotel, we were on the top floor and had cut the elevator off so they were coming up the stairs. you could hear them shouting and shooting their tommy-guns, very faintly. so i was bending over the bed and trying to think of what to do when i thought we needed to pack up some things. i turn around and in the wall about 2ft deep, 5ft across and as tall as the doorway was shelving that made a little pantry. the first thing i thought of was i need food and if my mobboss was dying im going to take his food with me. so i grabbed a bag of pasta out of the pantry and turned around and telling my mobboss that i was taking some pasta he didnt say anything and i turned back around, grabbed a laundrybasket and started filling it with pasta and sauces. it seemed like there was every possible kind of pasta as well. i feel like im starting to get greedy and weird about the food especially because of what else is going on. the voices and the gunshots are getting louder and the guy standing across from me stops pacing looks at me with this terrefied face and runs out of the room into the hallway. a short while later i hear him scream in that im going to die so im going to scream as i shoot you kind of scream or yell rather. and then a bunch of gunshots. at this point i forget about the food and run over to the door and crack it open. outside of the room was no longer the hotel room but had turned into my parents house. i close the door and turn to the dresser that was next to it and grabbed one of the guns that was ontop i drop the clip and there are no bullets i look at the other gun on the table it had this cream colored handle was was very western looking i took out the clip and for some reason started to load the bullets of that gun into mine instead of just taking that gun. i kept thinking i wonder if these are the right bullets or if they'll work because they werent even made of metal they were made of glass and looked like the bulbs of christmas lights the tiny ones. and in the inside was this copper liquid. i looked on the bottom of one of the bullets and it said smith&wesson. and i kept thinking this is the wrong gun but i did it anyway. so i finished with the bullets put the clip back in and opened the door i ran down the hallway and into the living room and hid behind a couch. i could hear people all round the outside of the house. i went out onto the deck through the doors in the living room and saw the guy that was in the room with me on the yard dead with three guys standing above the body, one with his foot propped on his back. i creep down the deck and into my parents bedroom but as soon as i step into the room the door that leads into the hallway flies open and a guy starts shooting at me. i shoot back and notice that my gun doesnt make a popping noise but a muffled sound like a silencer but it didn't have a silencer. and i thought to myself while im shooting if it was the weird bullets and are they even doing anything but i notice that he's taking my hits and soon is on the ground. i walk towards the door and his head pops up again and yells at me tells me his name that i dont remember and says "[insert name] doesnt die like that" and so i shoot at him and ends up shooting out his eye and he falls back down. i hear people coming down the hallway and they come into the room shooting as i run back onto the deck the shooting stops and i hear a guy chuckling coming out of my parents room. i jump over the banister onto the ground and make my way under the deck. the guy starts yelling "doo-wop, doo-wop, come on doo-wop" this apparently was my name. then he kept saying i had no where to go and why was i running i slipped down the hill and under the deck still to the basement. he was standing above me so i decided to shoot upward through the slats. it didnt work very well and he started shooting back as i clung to he cement wall on the outside of the basement. he yelled again "oh come on doo-wop aren't you going to sing us a song... i wanna hear your pretty little voice sing us a song before you die" i was terrefied and had no where to go i went into the basement about two feet before people were coming down the stairs. i ran back out and ran to the fence i looked back at the house and knew i was going to die. i thought to myself i can just run to them and let them shoot me and it be quick or i can roll down this giant hill to the creek and try to make it away. it was at this point i woke up and my mind was racing i was breathing short fast breaths. for some reason it scared the shit out of me.
i was in a room of a hotel, but the room looked amazingly similar to the one i had at my parent's house, and i was a part of the mob and on the bed was my mobboss who had recently been shot and was slipping in and out of consciousness. There was another person in the room, part of the "family". we were on opposite sides of the bed and he was just pacing back and forth muttering to himself. oh and in the dream i was male or at least gendered male. anyway so the other family of the mob we were fighting were trying to make their way up the hotel, we were on the top floor and had cut the elevator off so they were coming up the stairs. you could hear them shouting and shooting their tommy-guns, very faintly. so i was bending over the bed and trying to think of what to do when i thought we needed to pack up some things. i turn around and in the wall about 2ft deep, 5ft across and as tall as the doorway was shelving that made a little pantry. the first thing i thought of was i need food and if my mobboss was dying im going to take his food with me. so i grabbed a bag of pasta out of the pantry and turned around and telling my mobboss that i was taking some pasta he didnt say anything and i turned back around, grabbed a laundrybasket and started filling it with pasta and sauces. it seemed like there was every possible kind of pasta as well. i feel like im starting to get greedy and weird about the food especially because of what else is going on. the voices and the gunshots are getting louder and the guy standing across from me stops pacing looks at me with this terrefied face and runs out of the room into the hallway. a short while later i hear him scream in that im going to die so im going to scream as i shoot you kind of scream or yell rather. and then a bunch of gunshots. at this point i forget about the food and run over to the door and crack it open. outside of the room was no longer the hotel room but had turned into my parents house. i close the door and turn to the dresser that was next to it and grabbed one of the guns that was ontop i drop the clip and there are no bullets i look at the other gun on the table it had this cream colored handle was was very western looking i took out the clip and for some reason started to load the bullets of that gun into mine instead of just taking that gun. i kept thinking i wonder if these are the right bullets or if they'll work because they werent even made of metal they were made of glass and looked like the bulbs of christmas lights the tiny ones. and in the inside was this copper liquid. i looked on the bottom of one of the bullets and it said smith&wesson. and i kept thinking this is the wrong gun but i did it anyway. so i finished with the bullets put the clip back in and opened the door i ran down the hallway and into the living room and hid behind a couch. i could hear people all round the outside of the house. i went out onto the deck through the doors in the living room and saw the guy that was in the room with me on the yard dead with three guys standing above the body, one with his foot propped on his back. i creep down the deck and into my parents bedroom but as soon as i step into the room the door that leads into the hallway flies open and a guy starts shooting at me. i shoot back and notice that my gun doesnt make a popping noise but a muffled sound like a silencer but it didn't have a silencer. and i thought to myself while im shooting if it was the weird bullets and are they even doing anything but i notice that he's taking my hits and soon is on the ground. i walk towards the door and his head pops up again and yells at me tells me his name that i dont remember and says "[insert name] doesnt die like that" and so i shoot at him and ends up shooting out his eye and he falls back down. i hear people coming down the hallway and they come into the room shooting as i run back onto the deck the shooting stops and i hear a guy chuckling coming out of my parents room. i jump over the banister onto the ground and make my way under the deck. the guy starts yelling "doo-wop, doo-wop, come on doo-wop" this apparently was my name. then he kept saying i had no where to go and why was i running i slipped down the hill and under the deck still to the basement. he was standing above me so i decided to shoot upward through the slats. it didnt work very well and he started shooting back as i clung to he cement wall on the outside of the basement. he yelled again "oh come on doo-wop aren't you going to sing us a song... i wanna hear your pretty little voice sing us a song before you die" i was terrefied and had no where to go i went into the basement about two feet before people were coming down the stairs. i ran back out and ran to the fence i looked back at the house and knew i was going to die. i thought to myself i can just run to them and let them shoot me and it be quick or i can roll down this giant hill to the creek and try to make it away. it was at this point i woke up and my mind was racing i was breathing short fast breaths. for some reason it scared the shit out of me.