The end of this dream took place during the day, I was possibly younger like I was public school age again, and I was outside in a field of a fictional school that looked like a college combined with maybe the PW Elementary School in the city of D; and I was there with some of my former classmates like my former male classmate RB.
While we were talking RB told me that he saw a man with a gun in the distance across the street from the school by the street in front of some houses, there were many people on both sides and they were far away, and so it was difficult trying to see who he was talking about.
I went to bed after 7:00 AM last night and I got no more than four hours of sleep last night, but somehow I still remember part of the end of one dream.
At the end of this dream I was inside a multi-story shopping mall-like building that also had a school scattered throughout the building on several floors along with various stores and other things, and I was probably a student in maybe high school again.
I was in an open classroom on an upper floor (maybe the second floor) next to a rail where you could look down to see the floor below in a corner-like area, and we were not too far away from the stairs and maybe the escalator that went down to the next floor.
One of the students in my class was my former female classmate CW, and as we were having class there were probably some people shopping and going around to other classes on our floor and the floor below us.
School classrooms and school bathrooms and other school rooms were scattered around this mall-like building, and so the school areas were not all together which allowed you to see and stop at stores and other places as you walked around to the various school areas between classes et cetera.
My memory of this is not clear but at some point the school areas and maybe other parts of the mall-like building got attacked by various people with guns, and there were possibly three different groups of people carrying out this attack shooting people et cetera.
These three groups included random students, maybe a terrorist-like group, and maybe a third group who(m) I can not remember.
Most students were easy prey and did not fight back, but a few of us students fought back to protect ourselves and others and I was possibly the only person in my class who fought back and protected my class and the area that we were in.
I wanted to go around the building to find and stop all the shooters, but my class and the area needed protecting so I was going to protect them/it until it was safe enough for me to search the rest of the building for shooters.
There were several ways to help you decide who was a shooter and who was not because some of them were students or blended in and would hide their guns, and so we had to quickly look for ways to tell who was a threat and who was not to avoid accidentally killing the few of us fighting back.
Those of us who fought back had to kill shooters and take their guns, I killed several shooters who tried to attack us and other people in our area, and I took their weapons and sadly some of those shooters were students.
I got my first weapon by hiding behind the rail near where the stairs/escalator was as a shooter approached my class, and I ambushed this person and I killed them and took their gun.
After this I would shoot and kill any shooters who approached once I figured out if they were a shooter or not or if they tried to attack first.
Some of the signs that I looked for to decided whether someone was a shooter or not was: looking to see if they wore gloves or not and what kind, looking to see what type of material and/or what type of handle and case they were carrying because some people were carrying cases or briefcases or something like that with certain types of handles, and there were one or two other subtle signs that I can not remember.
During my defense of my class and the area I saw people running and hiding and I heard shooting and screams and laughs and shooters talking et cetera, and I met other people who were fighting back so we had to be careful not to shoot each other and we had to check each other using those signs and verbally letting each other know that we are friendlies.
Those of us fighting back would quickly share tips with each other about various signs to look for to recognize the shooters and other advice and words of encouragement, and at some point the school’s security guard who was my male coworker Mr. CF (who is the security guard at The BP Library where I work as a shelver) and several teachers arrived to check on us as they walked around the building trying to find students and see if any shooters were left.
My former female classmate CW was very emotional and was panicking and was angry and was crying et cetera, and she asked my coworker Mr. CF why did he not check all students for weapons like he is supposed to and she said that this attack would not have happened if he had done his job.
My coworker Mr. CF said that he was going to check them later but the attack happened before he could check the students, and he said that it would not have mattered even if he had checked because he felt that most of the guns arrived from people attacking and not from people sneaking in the weapons first.
My classmate CW got even angrier and more emotional and she started ranting at my coworker Mr. CF because she did not agree with this, Mr. CF ignored her, and I explained the situation and tips to my coworker Mr. CF and the teachers.
None of them seemed to be armed and I told them to be careful and that they should probably pick up some guns from some of the dead shooters that they find and I probably offered them some weapons that I had but they probably refused to take them oddly, and I told them that some of us students were fighting back and that I was about to start searching the building to see if any shooters were left or not because this area seemed safe enough now for me to finally leave my class.
They left to continue their search and I started my search by walking down the stairs/escalator to the next floor, and as I was clearing a bathroom I found my former male classmate DH and maybe several other people who were among those of us fighting back.
We quickly started pointing our guns at each other checking for the signs, and I verbally let them know that I was friendly and we recognized each other so we lowered our weapons and exchanged information and tips before parting ways to continue our separate searches for shooters (DH had his own group, and I was alone still).
When clearing another room I found the French musician Pauline Croze and another woman with whitish-color skin who only spoke French, and so I had to speak with them in French mostly but Pauline Croze knew some English so I was able to use a few English words sometimes when I did not know a word in French.
I could not understand some things that Pauline Croze would say to me in French so she had to speak slower and use more simple words and phrases with me, and so we spoke in simple French and broken French and French mixed with some English as I struggled trying to figure out how to say things in French.
They had been hiding in the room so I offered to help protect them as I continued trying to clear the building, and I tried to explain the situation and the tips about the signs with them in French and a bit of English.
Some things that I remember saying to Mrs. Croze in French / broken French / French and English / accidental Spanish was/were:
“Bonjour madame Croze, c’est bien.”
“Je suis John Jr.”
“Vamos!” (Accidental Spanish)
“La handle leather.” (Mostly English)
“La glove” (Mostly English)
“J’aime vous musique.”
“Je vous musique est très bien.”
I woke up as we continued walking and talking in mostly French as I continued clearing the building looking for shooters.
In the first dream I remember being inside a fictional school (probably junior high school or high school) in a small classroom with other students (I assume that I was a student somehow, but I am not sure), our classroom was between two different hallways, and so our classroom had one door on the left side of the room and one door on the right side of the room where you could walk through our classroom to reach either hallway.
At some point as we were having class/whatever we heard loud noises, yelling, one or two gunshots, and then we heard screams; and maybe some students ran through the hallways screaming that a student had a gun, and had tried to shoot someone and/or shot someone.
The school went into lock-down mode with maybe an emergency announcement being made over the intercom system by probably a male voice of the principal telling everyone to stay in their rooms, but the announcement did not say why or what was happening.
People in my class started to hide under their desks and on the floor, we heard police officers yelling at someone and we heard loud noises, and suddenly I noticed a male student with whitish colored skin with short yellowish colored hair enter our classroom running trying to reach the other hallway.
I noticed that the student had a silver-colored handgun (probably a revolver), so I assumed that he was the shooter trying to run from the police, and I considered attacking him and disarming him but he was too far away for me to safely do it; and so I let him escape into the next hallway.
Several terrified police officers (male and female with whitish colored skin and brownish colored skin) entered our classroom pointing their pistols at anyone moving, we told them not to shoot because they were so afraid that they were ready to shoot anything that moved too much, and I told them which direction the shoot went.
They ran into the other hallway after the shooter and then we heard more yelling and loud noises, we decided to be ready to attack the shooter if he came into the classroom again, and then someone entered our classroom from the hallway where the shooter and the police ran; and three students jumped on this person to attack them.
The person was a police officer who was my former classmate DH, he looked annoyed by the attack, and he easily brushed off the three students who jumped on him to attack them; and he did not even lose his balance, and I told the three students that he was not the shooter and so they stopped when they realized they were attacking a police officer.
My former classmate DH told us that they caught the shooter and I started talking to him, I apologized to him about the three students attacking him by mistake, and several other police officers entered the room to try to calm down because they were still terrified; but my former classmate DH was calm and relaxed the entire time.
At some point something strange happened where I walked out of the classroom and somehow the shooter escaped from the room where they were holding him until they could decide what to do with him because he was under-aged, and he knew that I was the person who told the police that he had ran into the hallway.
I started running out of the building and he ran behind me like he was trying to escape and/or attack me, I was not sure which, and so I/we ran all the way to Eastside; and I lost him once I crossed through the yard of E Manor, and I hid so that he could not see me sneak to my parents’ house.
I did not want him to know where I lived because I was afraid that he might attack my family and I, he crossed through the yard of E Manor, and then he continued running like he was trying to escape to his house and/or somewhere familiar to him and/or he was looking for me.
I woke up before I could figure out if he really was looking for me or not.
In the second dream I played several games/matches in the video game Age Of Empires III: The WarChiefs, which I played before going to sleep, and in each game/match I did some fictional campaign missions involving the video game character Chayton Black.
Each mission involved having to build war huts along the trading post routes/railroads/whatever to defend them, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.