I was being stalked as I wandered through the school. The building was all metal, glass and concrete. It smelled of science experiments gone wrong and as usual, I was looking for something. The classrooms were dark, the students were far younger than me - I was clearly not where I was supposed to be - and that man kept getting closer, more threatening. Mike had been with me but had disappeared. I called out for him. No response. I knew somehow that the threatening man had separated us and that Mike was dead. I was very much alone.
I turned just as the man got close, he was talking to me, mocking me. He grabbed me and I drew my gun and pulled the trigger three times. I had hit him center mass, not a tight group, but I had got him.
Yet he kept coming. He had his hands on me again and I was terrified, thinking, "but I shot him! Why won't he stop?" His hands were now around my throat and I could feel his breath in my face. I looked up at him and knew what I had to do.
I drew the Bersa up and shot him in the eyeball, and he staggered as the bullet reached his brain. His hands fell from me, and I scrambled away as he slumped to the floor, dead.
Then he transformed into a newt.
I put the small body in a jar and made my way to the principal's office. I set the jar on his desk and waited for the police to arrive.
Dreams are weird.
(I just woke up, too, so forgive me if this is a little disjointed. Or misspelled.)
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