This is just some crazy dream that i had a few nights ago. And well, when I woke up, my shoulder was hurting and it kinda scared me. If you want to venture in an area and say that this dream has meaning, go right ahead. My Dream last night: August 17, 2005 The young man walked up to the tall, music-thumping building slowly. He was told to come here by a letter sent from an anonymous person. He knew there would be trouble, but he went anyway, though he didn’t know how much trouble he would be in. He made his way towards the front of the building, keeping an eye out for anything strange. As he was about to enter the building, he heard a cold, deep voice yell, “Dog.” He turned around in a circle quickly, his eyes falling upon a burly, brute. He eyed he man nervously before he decided to dash off. The man gave chase, pulling a handgun from under his over-coat. The young man heard the cocking of the gun as he came to a corner. But before he could round the corner, a shot rang out and pain pierced his left shoulder. He fell to one knee, grabbing his shoulder. Pulling his hand back slowly, blood drizzled out of his shoulder. He climbed to his feet and dashed around the corner. He knew he wouldn’t get far before he fell unconscious from the blood he was loosing. Turning right again, he bit the end of a gun, his head connecting with the concrete road. He rolled on the ground slightly, as the man hovered over him, then ran off. Rather dizzy and loosing a lot of blood, he crawled to his feet and stumbled forward some. He hadn’t gone very far before he fell to the ground, the world blurring around him.