Getting Shot In My Finger

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For some reason(s) I forgot most of my dreams from earlier during the night, even though I know that I had them, but I only barely remember part of two dreams that I had before waking up.

Dream 1

I only remember part of the end of the first dream that I can remember part of which took place during the day in a fictional area/city that looked a bit rough/poor, I think that some people I knew (one or more family members and/or former classmates and/or someone like that) had invited me to a meeting to talk about a gang/mafia/group/business/whatever (I can not remember what it was exactly that they were starting/trying to expand) that they were starting/trying to expand, but I was not interested because I thought that they might be involved in illegal activities; and I did not want to take part in any illegal activities or any gang/mafia/et cetera groups.

They convinced me that it was only going to be a meeting and nothing illegal was going to take place, and so I decided to at least go to the meeting to see what they wanted to talk about; and the meeting was at a building that they were renting from a man who seemed to be from India (Indian) who also owned a gas station next to the building.

The building and the gas station were on a sidewalk next to a street probably not far from a poor neighborhood, the area looked a bit grayish/old/trashy/abandoned with mostly destroyed posters/fliers/et cetera on parts of the buildings & electric polls, and the building that they were renting looked slightly like an old automobile mechanic shop or an old firefighter station; and the entrance was just one huge open wall or a huge garage door that was lifted where I could not see it, and this led to a large open room.

In the back of the large open room there were two or three doors that led to other rooms like bathrooms, maybe bedrooms, kitchen, et cetera; and more people than I had expected came to the meeting including some of my direct & indirect family members, former classmates, other people I knew, and several unknown people.

We waited for everyone to arrive while talking and doing other things, I was still suspicious, but I did not see or hear about anything illegal going on; and I slowly became a bit less suspicious as the dream continued, but we got interrupted before the meeting could start.

The owner of the building & gas station who was a somewhat tall business-like man with medium brownish colored skin with short somewhat shiny black colored hair wearing dark dress pants with a dark-colored belt with dark-colored dress shoes with a light-colored long sleeve dress shirt who seemed like he was from India entered the large opening/entrance to the building along with two somewhat short male henchmen who seemed to also be from India, and I think that they had wooden clubs as weapons and they looked like members of a poor street gang in India.

The owner and his henchmen looked like they had come to intimidate/threaten the people I knew who had invited me to the meeting, they had expected only one-to-three people to be at the building, and so they were surprised to see so many people; but they continued to act tough, and the owner started threatening the people I knew who were renting the building from him.

It seemed that he was afraid that they would start competing against his business interests in the area, and so he had come to intimidate them to stop them from starting/expanding whatever they were trying to start/expand; and so I walked up to the owner asking him if the people I knew were doing anything illegal or if they were breaking any of his renting rules or if they were not paying their rent, and they were doing everything that they were supposed to do.

I asked the owner if he wanted to end his renting contract with them, he said no, and so I told him that he had no legal right to come here threatening people with henchmen with weapons; and I kindly asked him to leave because we did not want any trouble, but this made him even more angry.

The owner started yelling threats at us and him and his henchmen wanted to attack us but there were too many of us, and so the owner reached into his pocket to pull out a handgun; and so I ran at him to try to grab the handgun before he could shoot us, and his henchmen were going to try to stop me but they were afraid of the others with me and so they waited to see what would happen.

The owner pulled out a very small black colored handgun that was one of the smallest handguns that I have ever seen, it looked almost like a toy, but it was a real handgun that probably used bullets no bigger than a .22 Short round; and I grabbed the gun as he tried to point it at us/me, but as I was pulling the gun from him he fired one shot that hit my finger.

I still managed to pull the gun away from him and I stumbled back holding my bloody finger/hand in pain but it did not hurt that bad, I was more angry than hurt, and I unloaded the gun; and I threw the gun to the ground in anger calling the owner a punk/coward, and I felt like beating the owner & his henchmen up by myself (I might have hit or put the owner in a lock/submission hold, but I am not sure).

I was very angry and I looked at the owner & the henchmen like I wanted to kill them, I dared them to attack me now that they had no gun, but then I started trying to calm myself down; and I reminded myself that violence would probably only make this situation worse.

The others were running forward to attack them but I told them to stay back, I said that enough violence had already taken place, and that more violence would not help the situation; and then I stared at the owner & his henchmen, and I strongly said something like:

“This is what is going to happen now, since you are not ending their renting contract/since they are not breaking any rules or doing anything illegal, you and your henchmen are going to leave and never come back unless it is for legitimate reasons and you and your henchmen are to never try to threaten/try to harm anyone here again or any of our family/friends/et cetera, and you are to never come here with guns or any other weapons again; and if you come here trying to kill anyone again, you are going to die/I will kill you, now get out of here now!”

The owner and his henchmen left angrily, I stood there watching them leave angrily while holding my bloody finger/hand, and when they left I looked at my finger trying to see if the bullet had went through my finger or if it was still in my finger or if it only tipped/grazed my finger; but I could not tell, it seemed that the wound was not as bad as you would think, and so I did not rush to a hospital & so I wrapped it with something until I could go to the doctor later.

After what had just happened, I was now angry/determined/focused, and I decided to help the people I knew with whatever they were trying to start/expand as long as it was not illegal or against my beliefs; and we started the meeting, and I gave them a lot of advice/ideas/et cetera.

I wanted them to buy this building if possible so that they would not have to worry about the owner of the building owning the property, I wanted them to improve their defenses and make sure that they watch the owner to make sure that he does not try to attack them again, and I wanted to help them get started & stable with whatever their plans were at least; but that is all that I can remember.

Dream 2

The next dream took place in D at my parent’s house on a gray day where it was going to rain, some of my indirect family members like my cousin EE/my aunt DE/my uncle EE/et cetera had come to my grandfather’s house to visit, and for some reason some of them wanted to camp out in a tent in my parent’s yard.

I knew that it was going to rain and so I found this to be odd but I was not worried about it as long as they did not bother me, and so they set up a tent next to a fictional semi-indoor/outdoor building that was in my parent’s yard near the clothesline; and this small building had walls that were just screens where you could see outside & get fresh air & keep the bugs out, and it had a roof to keep out most of the rain.

They started camping early before it was even evening oddly but it started to rain, so they moved from the tent to the semi-indoor/outdoor building, but I woke up shortly after this.

The end,

-John Jr

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