Dream #45

I was sitting outside on a street with some friends (dream-friends, I don't know them in waking life). The street was sort of like the street I grew up on. I was sitting on a large, white concrete slab. My friends were scattered about and we were sort of shouting back and forth down the street. Eventually, they all wandered close to me. <br><br> I got on my cell phone and called another friend who was at home. I wanted him to come hang out with us. I kept telling him, "Bring Frank with you!" And I had to keep shouting it because he couldn't hear me.<br><br> While I was still on the phone, Frank (a little Hispanic boy, aged about eight, I would wager) showed up. With a gun. He shot someone standing next to me and we all just screamed. Nobody moved or did anything and he just took shots at all of us. <br><br> He pointed the gun at me and I covered my eyes and I felt terrible fear. The gun fired and the bullet grazed my bare foot (I was sitting cross-legged on the slab) and struck the bush next to me. I was relieved and Frank felt like a failure.