waterandcoffee

I was on a walk with friends through a beautiful woodsy area when I happened upon a small glider made of balsa wood floating through the air. I caught it and when I tried to throw it it broke (as I thought it would. damn myself). I saw that a small child was there and looked like the owner, so I told my friends to go on while I tried to fix it. I couldn't, so I played with the kid to keep his spirits high instead. He had some dumb skip he wanted the both of us to do down this one sidewalk. We did it a few times, but it wasn't to his satisfaction, so we kept at it. Meanwhile the area starts becoming infested with gang members so I tell the kid we should leave. He says "one more try" so I said ok and we did one more. The gang members came at me and I tried to run, but I was shot and fell in a ditch, where I was shot 7-10 more times. I went black, but when I came too I sprung from the ditch screaming and wailing at strangers who turned out to be my friends. I gained third person perspective and saw that I had about 20-25 puncture wounds on my back, so we guessed that I had been stabbed. We called an ambulance and I was rushed off, but felt fine and got out at "my house" where I hung around and didn't do anything of note.

I haven't performed an RC in a dream in months and I keep forgetting to do them in the real world. This has had major consequences in my recent dreams.