july 7 2022

I'm in an apartment building that previously in the dream had been established as having some kind of metal-detecting field over it. Everybody is fleeing for some reason or another. I accidentally drop my lighter, and armed guards swarm from every nook because of the metal in it. I escape through the front door just as the guards begin shooting into the crowd indiscriminately. I end up in an idyllic meadowy area, walking with an old coworked/friend of mine named Aisha. I understand now that I have travelled several years into the past for a specific mission. I chat with Aisha as we walk, and we reach a long bridge where another coworker/friend Klyver stands at the midpoint, beckoning me. I start to cross, and follow her to the meadow opposite. As I do so, I look back, and Aisha is distant. I look at her through the fingerbox thing movie directors do. She's happy to see me, and starts running after me. I turn back around, and it is nighttime, and Klyver is gone. I'm moving down a winding path that ends at a big storm runoff pipe whcih protrudes from the side of a little hill. You are there. I understand that in the future, this is a spot we will have somehow overhauled into a secret hangout spot. In the present/past, however, we are having some sort of ongoing fight, and you've been hiding at the pipe to cry. You stand as I approach, and begin tearfully apologizing about things. I play along, but I can't remember exactly when in the past I am, or what argument we've ever had that this would make sense in context with. As I'm trying to console you, a car pulls up behind us. I immediately duck behind some timber, while you get into a previously unnoticed backhoe loader sitting unused nearby. You start trying to crush the guy's car who is just sort of driving menacingly. In my hiding spot I remember I have an airsoft shotgun from the metal-detecting debacle, which I pull out; it is sadly out of ammo. Suddenly, the guy in the car is somehow driving the backhow loader instead, and drives straight at me. I desperately stick the barrel of the shotgun out, and it goes through the grating over the driver's cab and into the guy's mouth. He keeps trying to press forward but the barrell is pressing on the back of his throat, and moments before his head explodes with gore, I wake up.