I had this dream. In this dream, me and my band (think Robin Hood’s Merry men) had to escape from this city. We were running around trying not to get captured. At one point we ended up hiding in a hospital pretending like we were patients. When, suddenly, several of my crew betrayed us. I was running down the hospital steps when someone shot me through the shoulder. I told everyone to meet at the old rendevous spot, which was the catacombs of the old church. I ran through the streets trying not to be seen by the soldiers, I found my way to the church, stumbled into the catacombs, saw the rest of my band, collapsed from my bullet wound and… Woke up!
Really? Really? Did I die? Did we make it out of the city?
I guess I’ll never really know…
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