I was at a cocktail party being held in a ruined building surrounded by a ruined city. Everyone was dressed in fancy clothes, somewhat futuristic in style. There was a girl who was rather oblivious to a guy standing near her with a futuristic shotgun; he was taken as “normal” by everyone present. However, I said something to her about being a little less cavalier in front of him.
Jump to sometime later. Most everyone had gone. There were only three of us. Me and two guys – one of whom was Dennis Farina. He stood beside me with another shotgun in his left hand, casually pointed my way. I asked if we could at least wait until we got to the car. He said, “Sure, we can do that”, as he reached his right hand around behind me, as if friendly, escorting me. Suddenly I hear what sounds like a metal balloon popping, and I realize that I’ve been shot. I remember lying on the ground, surprised that it didn’t hurt. However, I can feel myself bleeding internally, my abdomen filling with fluid. Then, I think, “So, this is it. I’m dying. This is what it feels like.” Finally, I realize that I can either lie there and die, or I can get up and struggle my way to someone who might be able to help me.
And I wake up.
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