The other extremely vivid dream I had was one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. This happened around the same time as the dream I just posted, but I don't see any meaning in it.
My mother had just dropped me off at church. I went to go in but the doors were locked and no one was around. I tried calling my mother back, but I either didn't have my cell phone or it wasn't working. Instead, I started walking down the street to try to find a payphone.
I continued for a long while before finally getting to some kind of town. The town was weird, though. Nobody was around, the streets were empty, all the stores were closed. There were also no payphones. The town definitely did not seem to be abandoned, just nobody was out at all.
I continued walking, and eventually, three other dudes joined me. we were all looking for pay phones, and none of us lived in this town. Suddenly, four thugs started chasing and shooting at us. The all had automatic weapons, and one of them was a little 8 year old fat kid with a chaingun/gatling gun. We ran like shit, when suddenly, an old lady popped out her door onto the street. She yelled at us "You shouldn't be here!", shot one of the bad guys with a blowgun, and he dropped. I turned to her and said "No shit!" And kept on running.
We got to some kind of construction site. Me and one of the other guys I was with ducked behind a bulldozer, and the other two kept running. Two of the thugs chased them, and the little kid with the gatling gun stayed and kept shooting at us while we hid behind the bulldozer. I turned to look at the other guy with me, then poopped my head up to look at the kid with the gatling gun. The guy with me said "wtf are you doing? You're gonna get killed!" I popped my head up, and the kid kept on shooting. He didn't hit me. It seemed like he couldn't aim for shit. I popped the rest of my body up, and he still wasn't hitting shit. Finally I stepped completely out from behind the bulldozer, the guy with me looking at me like I was some kind of retarded lunatic. This kid still wasn't hitting me. I walked right up to him without getting shot, got behind him and picked him up by the legs. I started smashing his face into the ground, swinging him like I was smacking a carpet on the ground trying to clean it. I did this over and over and over again, each time the kid's face and upper body becoming more and more mangled and bloody.
After doing this for a while, I saw that my two friends had calmly walked back, and the other two thugs were walking with them. The thugs still had their guns but weren't shooting, instead they just had them hanging off of their necks/shoulders by the strap. Everyone just sorta walked up and watched me fuck this kid up. I stopped smashing his face into the ground and put him down. It seemed like the battle was over. He got up, and joined his buddies. I looked at him, and he didn't even have a face at this point. Where his face should be, was just a mess of mangled flesh, blood, and dirt. I said to him "sorry for like annihilating your face", and he said "it's aight, no beef, no beef," and then gave me daps. We basically all went our separate ways at that point. I'm not sure if I ever did find a phone or get home.
