First dream I know of that has one main purpose/scene
whatever. All of them are usually the way dreams should be, mixed, twisted all sorts of weird...anyways here is my dream
I had that dream. I was a police officer and I had a partner. I
was a rookie and he was a veteran. We were best friends somehow and we were chasing a a serial killer.The chase took place in an old apartment building. He had long greasy hair and his face was painted like a clown. White face paint, black eyes, and a big red smile. In the chase the killer drops his shotgun. It is a special shotgun and only the killer knew how to work it.
I make it behind the killer and start shooting him in the head
and nothing happened. He kept running. Then my partner was circling him around the corner and I came up behind him. I shot him twice in the head and he didn't get shot. Then he starts talking to my partner, "How would anyone but me know to use my gun? Do you have a picture of the killer?"
My partner shows him in a calm manner and the picture is one
of me. I was the killer. At this point i press the shotgun against my jaw and am about to fire. I wake up.
I was the killer.
I was the one being chased.
I was the one being shot.
I was the murderer.
I was about to commit suicide.