Yesterday night I had one of the most vivid dreams ever, my mother, sister and I were sitting in a large car that was parked at a mall, don't remember the brand of the car, I only remember its color. Judging by the interior space it must have been a silver SUV.
I was sitting on the backseat waiting for something or someone when two tall and suspicious looking fellas approached us, in leather jackets and both dressed all in black. One of the guys had short black hair and a mustache, the other guy was bald with a very distinct dented scar across his head.
They approached the car telling us they're security and want to search the car, with a very eastern-European sounding accent showing us ''Security ID's'' that were clearly fake. We noticed they were armed (guns in pockets) so we complied.
They were looking for valuable stuff but couldn't find anything so they got angry and sat in the car telling us to drive home. The bald guy was grinning and constantly reached in his pocket.
Knowing I had to do something quickly I pulled a pistol from under the seat (Glock 35), checked its chamber, took a deep breath, turned to the side and started shooting emptying the whole magazine (aimed shots) into the mustache guy sitting right next to me who was pulling out his own pistol at that time. The bald guy jumped from the back seat to the trunk screaming and trying to ready his weapon. While he struggled to get out his gun I grabbed a new magazine, reloaded the pistol and shot the bald guy. I remember carefully aiming and using perfect sight picture but I was a little shaking from the adrenaline. I was hitting him, though all over the place, I saw blood spout out of his chest, stomach, face etc. When I ran out of bullets he was done though.
Another magazine was empty, the mustache guy was still alive though severely injured and pain, he still tried to aim his weapon, thats when I reloaded the pistol again and shot him point blank till it was empty. Needless to say my mother, sister and I were shocked to death. Everything was full of blood, my nose hurt from the smell of burned powder powder and my ears were ringing from the shots.
Then things got a little blurry, I remember we were driving to the parents of those guys (for whatever reason), I got really bad stomach cramps, first I thought from the adrenaline and shock but now I think it was a hint for a stomach shot which I didn't realize in the dream.
I remember the model of the pistol, it was a Glock 35 which holds 15 rounds, thats 30 rounds for one bad guy and 15 for the other which -in ugly situations- is a reasonable hit count to kill somebody. People don't drop dead from pistol hits and when full of adrenaline many people can absorb up to 10-15 rounds from pistols and still keep fighting before bleeding out minutes later.
A friend of mine has a G35 and I shot it extensively, the gun in the dream was a perfect copy.
Maybe this doesn't sound so special, but it is for me, the amount of details in it still baffles me. There is not much difference between reality and this dream. (Definitely using the same engine
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He was really attractive, like the "ladyboys" from Thailand. We waved at each other and went our own ways. I got back onto the tracks and climbed onto the platform. I tried looking for this dude to say "Hi", but when I finally found him, I didn't have the guts to approach him. Much like most things I do in life, I didn't have the guts to take the chance, haha. 
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