Authority

I was in a car, driving up a steep mountain road. There was another man in the passenger seat and I apparently knew him well. We were security agents, of a sort, but somehow unknown to local law enforcement. I was driving fast, trying desperately to get to the top of the mountain before... something could happen. There was a flat patch of ground near the top of the mountain, with a small gravel road on the other side that led a little further around to a second patch of level ground, this one actually on the peak of the mountain. It was dark, and the sky was cloudy. There were trees surrounding both patches of clear ground. I saw two cars blocking the gravel road leading to the second clearing and quickly braked, throwing the car into a skid that made it stop parallel to the car barricade.

Instantly, gunfire raked our car from behind the barricade. I dropped below the car window and yelled at my 'partner' to take cover. We had guns with us and used them to fire back at our enemy. I immediately found that my gun would not fire if I tried to shoot through my car window. My partner was shot and taken down, though he was still alive. As I turned to look at him, I also caught a bullet in my thigh. People say you can't feel pain in dreams, but I felt the bullet sting as it entered.

I again tried to fire back and still could not make my gun fire through the glass, no matter how desperately I pulled the trigger. A third car came from behind the car barricade and accelerated towards us. The driver stopped parallel to our car, broke my window and put the gun through. He shot me four times through the chest.

He walked away, satisfied that he had killed both myself and my partner and the gunfire from the other men stopped. I raised myself up, silently, painfully. Now that my window was broken, my gun worked just fine.

I shot the man who had shot me in the back, dropping him and exited my car. The other two men were surprised. Not quickly enough, they raised their weapons. I shot them both and immediately heard the sirens of police cars crawling up the mountainside. The blue lights passed through the trees, reflecting off of the cars. I fumbled for my wallet and produced my 'badge' just as the squad cars pulled up into the clearing. The police leveled their weapons at me and I was bathed in bright spot lights as I tried to explain myself.


Before I went to sleep last night, I was complaining to Ashton that my thigh hurt.
Nifty, eh?

Grey

Warning: Depressing dream ahead.


A steam train barreled down a railway track. There were five or six cars, all filled with coal. Each car had two or three holes in the floor, with coal piled high all around them. Tired men dropped heavy shovelfuls of the coal down the holes and into the furnaces below. Grey clouds obscured the sun; the sky was dark. The train passed trees that were bare of any leaves or color.

There were dogs, covered in soot, that ran back and forth over the piles of coal. Their purpose was unknown. One of the dogs ran too close to one of the men and his shovel. When the coal was dropped from one pile to another, the dog was hit by a few of the coal rocks. His leg was broken and the foreman immediately stated that the dog was to be thrown over the side because he was in the way and 'we wouldn't want him to fall into the furnace.'




I think I should see a psychologist.


Almost forgot...
I told my mom about my dream and she said that the night before, she'd woken up in the middle of the night to let the dog, Caroline, outside. She heard a train passing by on the tracks a few miles away and worried that the dog would run over there one day and get herself killed.