Part of it I was protecting some younger brothers I aparently had, we were in a ..1930s ford car and they were dressed all old fashioned like...like in that movie Newsies??
And one of the bad guys dropped his shot gun so I used it to shoot him. He was very dead. So we stole his shoes? And I used his hankercheef to wipe the finger prints off the gun and we took off in another car.
The 1930's boys turned into young children, dark skinned children with curly curly hair..and we drove home. Panicking.
Then we got to the slummiest house in the universe and we got out and there was a lady ther cleaning. She was my mom and the mom of the children I had with me...there were cops lurking about the neighbour hood and she said we had to go into the crawl space to hide this other gun..it was new, small, shiny. I've never seen a gun like that before.
So we go to hide it but this cop came by...he was asking about my mom;s (who wasn't my real mom) boyfriend but he was off doing something somewhere so the cop left and my mother looked totally releeved but started flipping out about the gun in the crawlspace...but the cop was walking down the side of the house and looking at us thru a window and saw my mom flipping out...but he walked away and i made the little kids lock all the doors and windows so the cop couldn't walk back in.
And then I went into the crawlspace to get the other gun and do something about it..prolly take it with me because I had killed the guy before and would need to 'be on the run'.
But I got into the crawlspace, got the gun and heard all these loud voices.
It was my mom and dad IRL talking loud and I woke up.
The scary thing was I killed that guy and was...proud of it. I didn't feel regret, I wasn't upset I just killed him and boop. That was it. Yay for a dead guy, lets go.
