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I saw something happening on tv that made me carry a loaded gun and go where i went, went into a parking garage that i dream about often, it's a subconscious combination of garages at the glendale galleria, the seattle airport, and the domain. there was a waiting room thing where a few people were sitting, reminded me of austin's amtrak station, just kind of people milling about... but i could hear their thoughts. there were a lot more people than i expected, and most of them guys, and they were all psyching themselves up for something, getting ready to "give it to him" and "not let him" do whatever "he" was going to do.
Everyone's thoughts stopped all at once and i turned right around at one point and this man appeared almost out of nowhere in the chair immediately behind mine. he smiled at me with the most terrifying smile i've ever seen. after a second a few guys in suits, obviously packing and official looking, walked in and spread out like they couldn't find the guy they were looking for, but they were all on one side of the room. the man behind me stood up, and i ran, without my gun or bag, for a back way out, but could hear him talking to the agent guys who had just walked in. he was asking who they were going to kill now for him. he held up a gun in the air and said "you have to kill all the children in this room first. how many children we got?" and counted six, including me, though i couldn't tell you why i was included.
"And then," he said, "you gotta shoot all the white folks for me in the head." he paused and looked around and about three guys in the room dropped to their knees to start begging. "And then the black folk, and then the asians, and then everyone else." At this point three of the kids had been shuffled by agents out a glass door leading to a walkway on the opposite end of the room from me and shot dead. he counted them slowly, and was so excited when four was shot, and was yelling "In the head! In the head!" when they shot the fifth one.
i drove away in a panic and found the nearest neighborhood and knocked on doors to make a phone call or call the police or get some kind of help at all, and no one would answer their doors.
that's when i woke up in a panic.
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