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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?