Yeah, I switched from Aerosmith to Heart, whatever. Anyway, I meant to post this weird dream I had a few days ago, but it keeps slipping my mind and, consequently, I lose a little more of it each day, so I'ma try to relay it as best as I can remember it.
I'm in a sorta run-down apartment complex (tile floors, cement walls, cheap wooden furniture), and a bunch of guys with various weapons (mainly knives and revolvers) walk in and start threatening me in a sort of apathetic way. Also, these guys are all kinda nerdy college kids.
My first instinct is to steal the pistol from the guy sitting in a big armchair next to me, As I try to wrench it away, he doesn't really seem to try to fight back, he just starts making wisecracks about how hard it is for me to do that. I finally pull the gun away from him, and he says something along the lines of "Well, what are you gonna do now?" while the rest of the gang starts looking at me a little more intensely.
I almost just drop the gun, but then I come upon the realization that this is a dream (probably the second time I've gone lucid in a dream) and tell myself that none of these people are real, so it's cool if I shoot them. I fire a few shots in the air, and the gang members start running. I chase them out of the room and they start getting away down the hall, so I shoot one in the leg, causing him to fall (though no one stops to help him, they all just keep running). As he gets back on his knees, I point the gun to his head, waiting for the police.
The police show up a little later and I casually throw the gun to the side and put my hands behind my head while they cuff me and the other guy. Unfortunately, there wasn't any evidence pinning that guy to the gang and there is a lot of evidence showing that I shot him and threatened him at gunpoint, so he goes free and I go to jail. Fortunately, I still have control and rewind to the point where the gang walks in on me.
I run into a nearby room and stay out of sight (with the knowledge that the cops will show up soon), but the gang people have seen me already. Strangely, they don't seem all that interested in trying to kill me for a while, despite their threats of violence. When they do come at me, I close the door, fasten the deadbolt, and start getting things to brace the door with, staying clear of the immediate range of the door (since at least one guy has a pistol), though nobody tries to shoot at me. I get kinda fuzzy at this point, but I kinda remember the cops showing up and taking the nerd gang guys in.
As they're booking everyone, I ask one of the officers if it would have been a good idea to start shooting at the gang members, and I can't quite remember his words, but I think it was something along the lines of "No."