by a friend

Dreamt a friend was upset and I tried talking to her but she shot me. In the neck or so. I could feel my breathe go out but I knew I would live again.

There was a trial or something and we were working for it and facecloths kept falling out of the cupboard on us. I went through the cupboards to reorganize but there was nothing I could do easily.

There were police in green camouflage gear with large guns all over. There were also many little children with prosthetic sticks around.