I had a dream last night that was pretty vivid, I was out dealing with a huge group of firearms traffickers that dealt with military weapons. For some reason one of my good friends and my dad were working alongside me in the field, along with quite a number of other agents.
These traffickers had their "headquarters" at a boat marina and warehouse.
Well, as the whole operation went down, there was a standoff situation where everybody drew their weapons, and my dad started talking shit to the traffickers (I don't remember what it was, but I remember it being particularly funny), and I remember just thinking "oh shit, things are about to get really harry."
At that point there was a huge shootout, I remember seeing my buddy get shot, as well as my dad getting shot in the leg and falling down after he took out quite a few guys. I remember getting a good position behind a boat and able to take out 3 different guys, then while one guy was squirming around on the ground he yelled something along the lines of "all of you motherfuckers are coming with me," and pulled out a grenade and threw it at these drums of gasoline, and the whole place burst into flames.
I woke up scared to shit.
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