"The Most Dangerous Game"

I dreampt that my little brother and I (or possibly a childhood friend) were playing "guns" in some form of hide and seek in the neighborhood park. Much like versions of Doom and Wolfenstein, every so often i'd be running around and find myself with a new weapon. At one point I had little wooden whistles that, when used, launched a razor blade projectile at very high speeds. After trying this, I notied that my brother had a shotgun...and I ran really fast only to call for a time out. He showed me that it held 8 shells and I suggested that we stop playing.

*Addendum* The previous night I had done a session with a family before their first scheduled visit with their two daughters; and went into some detail about guns and confrontations with an ex husband.

We then went to one of our neighbor's house at the end of our street that we grew up on. It wasn't occupied by a young couple anymore but by a 30 something woman who happened to be throwing a party when we arrived. We were invited in. I remember sitting down and thinking I didn't belong there. Then I woke up.