The dream starts out with me in a busy lobby at a fancy hotel. I'm wearing a trench coat and common suit much like any businessman you'd see on wall street.
I'm standing reservedly in the center of the lobby with two shopping bags in my hands, while happy tourists walk freely along not noticing me.
I ask the clerk at the desk to hold one of the bags for so-and-so and then walk toward a narrow hall where I face a double-door at a conference room. Out of the second shopping bag I take out two claymores where I set strategically behind some wood furniture.
I then take out two M1911 pistols and kick the door open on the double doors where I shoot two secret service men and shoot a few more. I pull out a AA-12 shotgun from my coat and begin mowing down congressmen at this convention while they frantically try to escape.
After the chaos and murderous rage ends I'm standing in a pile of ruin, smoke, and blood. I hear police behind me, ordering to drop my weapon, and I smile! I turn around and make a shot killing one officer, while the others pump rounds into my chest dropping me instantly.
They advance tripping the claymores and there is a distinct silence. After a few moments I cough a little, and rise from my seemingly obvious death. Fire and smoke surround me and I make my exit toward the double-doors.
I stop in front of a mirror and I look frightened and distraught. I then continue down the narrow hall again, I enter the busy lobby again to find everybody running frantically about trying to figure out what happened.
The bag I gave the clerk suddenly explodes and more people die as I walk reservedly toward the exit door. I walk out with no distractions and that's how it ends. I have this dream a lot and there are more "scenes" too it. What the h**l?
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