i dont want to go into the details of my dream last night, but it started out with me in sort of a forest, then i walked to some large complex that some rich prep no older than me lived in and owned. I went in and this chick who i think was his girlfriend wanted to leave with me, basically to rescue her from him. I agreed and she took me to the weapons storage room that looked like some martial arts dojo, aside from the fact that the walls were lined with weapons racks filled with automatic rifles and explosives (i.e. grenades, claymores, ect.). She ran off and planted c4 or something all over the building and i stayed there looking at the guns. some of them had prices tags on them like they were for sale. i just happened to by carrying my own M-4 with me at the time and i found one on a locker with a silencer on it, which i took cause i wanted it :). the chick came back and the prep who owned the place came in another door shortly after and asked what was going on, i said i owed him money, gave him a 20, then left with the girl behind me, and his house blew up.

Later i was running around with some kid on the streets (i dont know what happened to the chick) and some car started to follow us. the kid ran into a house and the car jumped right in front of me so i couldnt follow (we were on foot). a bunch of mobster looking guys jumped out of their white cadillac and ran into the house after the kid. i followed them in and found them all standing around in the kitchen talking about something, one was cooking. I ground the kid hiding on a couch, and somehow i knew that he had to die, so i took his soul to save him from being damned to hell or something, but then i decided i didnt want him to die, so I pulled out my M-4 and realized there were no bullets in the magazine. I started to hand load it but only got two bullets in before the mobsters found me and made me put the gun down. i dropped it and they went back into the kitchen to decide what to do with us, except one guy who watched over us. I remembered that I had an AK-47 with me too, but it was in a case. when the mobster guy turned his back for a second, I magically pulled the case out of nowhere, opened it up, slapped in a magazine and shot the guy. I walked over to the kitchen and unloaded the mag into the mobsters, then went back to the kid. the kid told me they werent dead, so i turned around and saw them still standing. I reloaded and did it again, but this time I realized that they werent getting hurt, then they laughed and said thanks for only shooting tracers gave me a pat on the back and welcomed me into the mob or something like that.

We all drove off to some compound in Iraq (yes drove, from the States to Iraq, fast drive too) where I got into some white clothes and was put into some group of superior beings. the level of being you were was determined by the clolor of your clothes, white being the highest. i wandered around looking for other whites to mingle with as i was told to, but was trapped in a sea of orange and red clothed people. they all had to leave then to go outside and do manual labor in the desert sun and i found the whites on the other side of the building. we all got to walk on multi colored puddles of what looked like paint but felt like water. i dont know what the purpose of this was, and i woke up while i was walking on a yellow puddle.