Bree

I was at summer camp. I went to the girls' bathroom. A couple of my friends were there. I don't know who specifically but I know it was them. I went into a stall. I had a big bag with me. I put the toilet lid down and rummaged in it, I don't know what I was looking for. Then I heard gunshots. I opened the door and peaked out and there was a man and a woman, dressed in a suit and a cocktail dress respectively, and one of my friends was shooting at them. I don't know why she shot them but I knew she was right to do so even though the two people didn't seem dangerous.

The next thing I remember is that the police is there and before I come out of the stall, I have to force myself to cry. I don't know what we tell the cops but they let us go. Still, I feel weirdly shocked and relieved.

Then we're walking down the street and everything's covered in snow. We go into a garden but my friend is worried. I look at her and tell her: "Did you see my performance back there? I can sell anything."

That's it. I'm pretty sure this dream was mainly inspired by The Deer Hunter. I just watched it that day and the Russian Roulette part really got to me.