I've got to tell you about this dream I had today.

So, apparently I'm working for the mafia. I don't know how I ended up working for the mafia, or what it is I was doing for them, but it must have been important. I was meeting with the Don, ingeniously portrayed by Sean Connery. (I've got to find out who selects the cast for my dreams.)
The Don was very unhappy with me, I guess i betrayed him or something. He was taking another guy and myself to a meeting. We must have been somewhere in Scotland, or maybe Ireland, it was pretty, mountainous, and there was this castle. I remember when I looked at a tower I had a thought about a fiery death love scene.
The car stopped in some kind of covered bridge, made of stone, but there was no water under it, only a long way down a cliff on either side. The top half of the walls ..had no walls, just stone pilers, so that light could go into the tunnel. After we got out of the car, Connery told us that this is where we will die, and that we were going to kill each other.
Connery handed me a sawed-off shotgun, he handed the other guy some random American street thugs pistol (I dont actually know much about guns.) Then he told us to get against the ledge so that we would fall over after we blew each other away. Of course the wall was actually a bit too high for either of us to fall over, even after being shot. Unless he planned on picking us two inches off the ground and pushing us, (which he might have, after all he is Sean Connery,) his plan wasn't going to work.
The Don told us to fire at each others hearts. (Im not sure if there was sposed to be something poetic about it, but i dont think there was.) So, standing at point blank range, I pointed the shotgun at his chest approximately where his heart should be. He did the same with his pistol. (I cant be certain why he gave him a pistol and me a sawed-off, I guess he wanted the other guy more dead than me.)
I looked the guy in his eyes and said "fire on three." Then I started counting.
When I reached three we fired (I almost hesitated but then realized it would be stupid to, since i don't even know the guy) and of course, in the fraction of a second between my shot and his, his arm moved from my heart to my shoulder. I took a step back noticing that he missed horribly.
I saw that apparently, one shot to the heart from a twelve-gage isn't enough, cuz he was still breathing. I gave him another shot to the shoulder as revenge for his crappy aim, then a third to the head before I fell over.
Im not sure if the other guy actually went over the ledge. I was on the ground from being shot. Though I've never actually been shot, I'm sure the way it felt in the dream was totally inaccurate. It felt more like being stung by three angry wasps in the same area, then being punched in the same area (possibly to kill the wasps, or maybe the puncher was just being a dick).
I was quite pissed off at the other guy for missing at point blank range. I looked up at Connery and asked him what he'd do now. He looked down at me and said something along the lines of "its your lucky day" before getting in the car and driving off. I stood up and took off my hoodie to take a look at where id been shot I don't remember seeing it, I woke up at that point.

I liked that dream very much ..my dreams are rarely that exiting. =)