Lots of Guns

Date: 12/29/2017

Lots and lots of guns. We were playing a game with real guns. I ran into this kid named Colt and he was shooting his shotgun at anyone who walked by and laughing manically. I tried to walk past when he was loading, but he finished too quickly. I took off running and he pulled the trigger. I felt the spray of the bbs on my back, but I was too far away for them to penetrate through my skin. They fucking hurt, though. Next I ran into Colt's twin, Clay, and he was carrying a rifle. I put my hands up and took a step back to let him know that I wouldn't challenge him for the weapon. He nodded his head at me and kept walking. I went upstairs to look for a weapon to defend myself and found a woman sitting at a desk. There was something hanging on the wall behind her and I asked what it was. She told me that it was a paintball gun from when she used to play the game. The school didn't allow her to keep the air bottle connected or the amo container, but it looked in great shape. My dad walked up with a box and told me that it was my time to be predator and not the prey. The box was full of paintballs and the rest of the equipment. I put the gun together after cleaning it and started loading paintballs. I noticed a lot of them were broken and they were all different sizes. One of them was way too big to fit down the barrel of the gun and I just kind of stared at it. The lady told me that sometimes, cockroaches wormed their way inside of the paintball and live in there, so anybody shot with one was going to get a surprise. I accidentally broke the giant paintball and sure enough, a cockroach jumped out. I screamed and jumped like 15 ft in the air. It crawled up the wall and I kicked higher than I thought I was capable of and killed it. I grabbed the gun and got ready to win. They wished me luck and the dream ended. There was another dream where I was shot with a handgun, but I can't remember what it was...