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- In this dream, I was a man that was around his late 30s and early 40s. I was in a house with a lot of people who were set out to kill each other. I ran out from the bathroom and grabbed three guns that were laid out in three boxes on a shelf on my left. I then ran out into the hallway. Every time I saw a person, I ran up to them and hit them with the gun, instead of shooting them. I could see their HP. I only hit the ones that had 100 HP. They died as soon as I hit them once. I ran down the hallway, and I had almost reached the room where my friends and I had planned to find each other in. I saw a man with two lightsabers coming at me, and I turned to run back, and I saw another one with the same weapons. I attempted to run away, but there was nowhere to run. I had to fight them, and I didn't think to actually shoot with one of the three guns that I was holding. I used one of the guns, which was a long red gun, as the melee weapon. I was evading the men's attacks, their lightsabers hitting against my red gun. I think I then eventually killed both. I continued to progress down the hallway, and I finally reached what seemed to be a dining room, with two steps down around a table and four chairs. There were three people. One blonde girl, one black guy, and I don't remember how the third guy looked like. The black man was sitting in the chair on the left to where I was looking, and the blonde girl was standing at the right. I ran up to them and I gave the black man my long red gun and held the yellowish gun I had. Several people ran at us, and I shot them down. Then we four suddenly started shooting at each other for no reason. The third guy was shot down by me, and the girl and black guy were almost shot down but we stopped. I didn't trust the man with the gun, so I briefly took it away from him. He appeared to not be able to walk, so I decided to give him back the gun so he could protect himself. I took out a glowing red rock out of my pocket and held it near his head. It seemed to weaken him, and he seemed very afraid of it. "Remember, I have this," I said to him. I put the rock away. I then took a pistol from the table and unassembled it, and gave it to the blonde girl. I turned around and walked to the right, into a room filled with big slices of watermelons. I thought of taking one, but after thinking about it more, I decided not to because it would either slow me down or I would drop the small towers of watermelons that were there. I walked back to the room with the man and the girl. The girl asks me something about the pistol that I unassembled, and I answer, "I have no clue how to put it back together. Taking it apart was the easy part, but putting it back together is a whole other story." I then heard a police siren outside. I walked out to the side of the house, where there was grass and a roof above. I saw the police car driving in one direction. I walked to the road and to the other side of the road, looking for anything that might tell me what the police car is doing. I suddenly see a white car driving toward the house I was in. The closest car I could find that looked like it was a station wagon. It was about the size of a white truck, and it had a long rectangular shape. It drove in the driveway of our house. I got scared and ran towards the front door. I knocked quietly, and the door opened. I saw through the hallway that was on the other side, and there was a fenced opening at the end. I thought that whoever was in the car would see me, but I ran in quickly and there was a brown-haired girl on my left who kind of scared me. I told her to come with me, and we ran to the second door which was exactly to the right. I and the girl ran in and closed the door behind us, trying not to make too much noise. We were in a large room that looked like a living room. It took me a while how to figure out how to lock the door, but I eventually locked it. I also locked the door that was on one side of the room. I closed all the curtains, which were light tan coloured. Then the knock came. I walked up to the door. The door didn't have a peek-hole, so I could not see who it was. "Who is it?" I then asked, but before they could answer, I woke up to my parents walking in the room.
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