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Training on an island

Posted by loupeurisk at 3:21am on Tuesday 10th October 2017      Type of Dream: Normal

We were on an island training for something. I am actually not sure what for.  We were in an outdoor arena, or something, circular, with a few bleacher benches.  The man that was supposed to lead had to leave.  I don't remember why.  He asked a woman to take over.  She was almost cartoonish, very skinny, wore a long plaid dress, very pale, had a short Beatles haircut.  She point to one of us and asked for a demonstration.  He was an older man, shaggy, grey hair, stubble on his face, a very pronounced chin and nose.  He stood up, sheepishly.  He pulled out a rifle.  The skinny woman had a baby in her arm, wrapped in a blanket.  She pulled it closer, to protect it.  "No guns!" she yelled.

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