Last night I had a dream within a dream. In the first dream, I had the goal of stealing some nuclear material out of this building. I went in the top floor, took the elevator to the basement, and ripped out some small centrifuge devices. I then placed them in a water bottle and tucked it in the front of my pants and pulled my shirt over it. I then casually walked outside and waited for the alarms to sound. It was very futuristic in a sense. The building was rounded and had a nice concrete slope from the second story to the ground. Once I was on the ground, I ran outside of this area (think EPCOT at Disney World if you have been) and found myself in a terminal of sorts. On the outside was a swamp that I was trying to cross. I wanted to get as far away from that one building as possible. Well, the alarms went off and the guards in the terminal opened fire on the people. I got down as they started checking everyone for contraband. This big black guy held me under water as he did a pat-down search of my body. He never checked my penis area (the area with the water bottle) and therefore never found the nuclear material. Because he was bent over, the gun on the strap was dangling in my face. I reached up, grabbed it, and started shooting innocent people. My family was there. I killed them all.
Then, I woke up. Feeling relieved that it was all a dream, I went downstairs hoping to fix some breakfast. When I got down stairs, I saw everyone lying on the ground. They were dead and had been bleeding. I saw .50 cal bullets strewn about the place and I ran back upstairs to sit in solace in my closet. My step-dad was still alive and was not home earlier. When he got home, he tried to kick down my closet door in order to kill me. Even though my closet door was closed, I could see him in my room trying to get me. He said that it was all my fault.
I then woke up.