When I was young, about eight years old, I had a really cool lucid dream. In it, the kids were at war with the adults. I don't know why, but we were.
In my dream, there were three "battles" that I was in. The first was in Windsor and Detroit, and the kids were in Windsor fighting across the Detroit River against the adults on the other side. Don't remember too much here. The second battle was in England and that's all I remember. The third (and I remember this specifically) was in St. John's, Newfoundland. I don't know why. But I was sitting in a cafe in the morning with a friend of mine, by a pier, when suddenly, a bunch of adults crashed through the window. I along with a bunch of other kids ran outside and onto a pier. There was a bunch of shooting, and I specifically remember everything having a red tint. I run out onto a dock with cement everywhere, and hide behind a pillar with my gun. When I look around to see if anybody is there, an adult appears and shoots me square in the forehead. I specifically remember a sharp pain in my head and everything going red and me falling down. Then I woke back.
Craaaazy stuff. Especially considering how friggin' violent it was. I was never a very violent person, and this dream remains to this day the only one I've had with guns in it. And I specifially remember being in almost complete control the whole time. Except, you know, when I travelled halfway around the world in a split second.
Also, random question: Does anybody else's dreams sometimes have...titles? I'm dead serious. I actually remember one or two of my dreams having a title. As in, a black screen with white words on it that fade away, and then the dream starts.
