I dreamt I was in a church basement at a play/function/ceremony with a previous boyfriend.  He was acting aloof and was being hit on by a girl with the same haircut he had.  The basement room had some sunken seating areas with plants and the room was packed.  Feeling ignored I left to go to the bathrooms, which were out of order in the basement, and there was a wait to walk to the bathroom in the museum next door.  One by one women could walk through the galleries of the Walker Arts Center-like museum to the bathrooms.  Finally it was my turn, but instead of heading to a bathroom I ended up on 60th street right near a middle school classmate’s house. It was nighttime and the street was pretty spooky and unlit.  Just as I was about to walk past her house I see two cars turn the corner behind me and drive into a yard/driveway of the house next to my friends.  A fight ensues and I see someone with a gun and I begin to run.  I make it two houses up then dart into their front yard and lie down in the grass behind some bushes.  Looking through the bushes I see a man running and knocked down right in front of me.  A group of children, middle school age, pin him down and I see a boy put a gun to the man’s mouth and shoot. The man’s head slightly contorts, slamming into the ground.  The boy shoots two more times and blood begins to spread everywhere. Then the boy, who was sitting on top of the man with all the other kids, starts to laugh and the kids follow lead. The boy turns his head and makes eye contact with me, as I’m less than ten feet away from him, lying in the grass.  I freeze until he points the gun at me, and at the same time I begin to move, there is a commotion and the children get spooked and run.  The cops finally come and I stand up and try to get their attention to the dead man. Communications with my phone are complicated and I cannot get a hold of anyone to let them know where I went and what just happened to me.  I wake up.