Hotel GunMan in Red

Date: 12/16/2017

I was staying in Las Vegas, in a fancy hotel with my sister and my Dad. My sister, for this dream, I’ll call her Zebo, and I were in an elevator when a man in a red sweatshirt joined us. He was white, kind of overweight, and creepy. Maybe in his 30s. He asked Zebo and I what school we went to, but I didn’t want to tell him. We left the elevator in a hurry. Back in our room, that same guy shows up with a gun. I felt ashamed, not knowing what to do, but my dad tackled him and we fled. My dad started just drinking a beer in the lobby and I was like “um, hello? A man just tried to kill us!” He could have cared less. Next thing you know, the guy is coming back with a gang and nobody seems to care except Zebo and I. We ran upstairs, then hung on the rails underneath was they walked by and left the hotel unscathed.