I've had this dream before and it's only a little different each time but each time I have it it jumps around a lot.
Me and a few of my team rob a coach of rich women who were transporting their belongings. Among their possessions they have a chest full of gold coins and cash. I remember feeling the cash in my hands very vividly and the clatter of coins falling through my fingers. One of my guys gets fresh with a rich lady and caresses her breast. So this bitch pulls out one of those tiny girl guns and shoots me right in the left lower abdomen.
Now we are in the second floor of a barn. The room is flickering with the glow of an oil lantern and candles. I'm drunk with a bottle of brown liquid in my right hand. A doctor is fishing the bullet out of my side. Only one of my team is with me and he is also shot. Same spot as me.
I get the feeling the women on the coach didn't live much longer but put up a good fight. Also that 2 of our crew are dead. This man is my brother and he laughs and jokes around. Tells me to get up so I do against the doctors wishes. We compare wounds and I say mine is bigger. He laughs and pokes the wound. There is a crash below us and suddenly I'm outside in the rain.
The barn is on fire and I'm about 20 paces from my brother. At the next shot of lighting we're to draw and shoot. He tells me it was always him. He was always the one. I tell him it could have gone another way and that I love him.
The crash of lightning goes off and lights up the field. We both draw and shot each other right in the head. I linger for a moment and look at both of our fatal wounds like a ghost hovering over their remains before they go on their way. My wound is still gushing blood when my eyes close and I wake up.
This time I wake up and cat is staring right at me. Fucking creep.
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