What is up with these wild dreams? Anyhow, this one was a real blood pressure pusher, for sure. I was most definitely seeing through the eyes of someone else. Older male. Asian. Had a pocket full of change that was intended for donation. I felt the intention for some thankfulness from his past was on his mind. He's walking through a subterranean area that is large and well lit. While no windows to see out of, it definitely feels like it's towards the evening. Nearing the donation box, several younger males walk out from the distance. Though they haven't said a thing, they are posturing like they are gathering up the courage for something to go down and start to casually split up and surround him, while maintaining a distance. He doesn't dare show any money, being very aware of their less then innocent presence and starts to walk in an open direction, going to an open door and stepping through. Inside, some kind of make shift hospital is happening. Donated beds and outdated equipment is about with volunteers aiding a hand full of patients. It just looks like profitless operation and feels as if the man expected this to be here. Perhaps, the reason for his coming to donate, even. He walks around, as if making time for the outside threesome to go their way. Though, as if through a sixth sense, he can feel uneasiness from those around him. He glances back at the door. The three will not enter. But will not leave. He knows that he can't expect help in here. Only intimidation by being around others. Eyewitnesses, if nothing more. He makes his way to another open door that contains some sort of small office suite, hoping for a phone to summons police. Or at least a brave ally. Only to find a few more men that are very much hustling a couple people in their chairs. He walks out before this crowd notices and walks back into the ER style area that is set up in this concrete based place. The threesome are now a whole lot more and they've begun to pour in. Their courage is now very firm and they begin to yell about, scaring the innocents and volunteers. His blood boiling, he darts towards the closest punk and starts yelling back. Then, they all start reaching for some hidden guns. The second he sees the closest threat doing this, he jumps the guy and secures the weapon while pushing the other man down. It's a shotgun. Sawed off barrel. The next closest threat whips his pistol out and aims it at the guy whose eyes I am seeing through. My guy bravely aims the shotgun back and shoots first, taking most of the hand of the threat off in the process. The sound of the shot is deafening in this place. Except the following sound of other guns, hitting the floor is quite clear. He looks around and none of the innocents are daring to back him up. He should have left the place to seek help. Instead, he starts yelling at the crowd to get out of here and they seem unsure of what to do. He turns around as one of the thugs from the office shows up at the door and he is forced to fire the shotgun again for more show of force as this guy is definitely going to shoot over being shocked. Dropping the guy in the doorway, he dashes back into the office in blind hope of finding that phone. Instead, he finds the boss of this ambush. He knows he has, too. Bravely aiming the barrel end of that shotgun into the guy's face, he demands of the boss to end all this as everyone else just stares in shock. Instead, the boss goes into this little sobbing deal. “Quit? Leave here? Forever? No more? Money?” Bla, bla, bla. As my guy is heaving with harsh breathes and anger, waiting for a no terms surrender or a blood bath. And the dream fades away with that sixth sense knowing that he just gave all his concentration to one guy with his back turned on many armed question marks. The boss was definitely stalling. And there was no sensation that the innocent were going to do anything brave. Which left this ill feeling that with his back turned, he was going to get cold cocked at any second. But, dang...what a start up to the morning.

Thanks for reading. Just wanted to share this rather Steven Seagull of a weird sequence dream.