4/2/22
I drove out to los angeles with two friends and my siblings for some odd reason
(This is one of the longest dreams I’ve had in a very long time so I forgot huge chunks)
We all got our own hotel rooms except me and my siblings and we went out to DTLA to go to my favorite dream book store (this book store does not exist however, it has appeared multiple times in my dreams)
I teleported back to the hotel and I was alone, someone broke in and was sent to kill me (no context; I know weird right?)
He had grey hair and was very wrinkly with a tannish overcoat. He went to pull out his gun to shoot me but tripped, he dropped the firearm and I picked it up and didn’t even think twice and shot him in the forehead, it felt so real and looked so real as I watched his bloodied head drop to the floor. I was super scared wondering if there were more of them but no one else showed up. I called the police and my siblings got sent back home but for some reason I couldn’t go. I roamed the streets alone.
I woke up
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