it went like this: i was at the home of two friends who are a couple, but it was not the apartament they are living right now, not exactly the same configuration. i was getting ready to leave and one of them went up and opened the door, to facilitate my leaving procedures. i was still putting on my shoes, which take some amount of time, and felt slightly unconfortable, because i thought i was a bit unsafe to leave the door opened for me not to leave right away. said and done, there was a man leaving the apartment right across the hall, and came to the front door - there was a grid, like double the doors and double the protection, but the padlock was already opened. this man, older than the three of us, approached the door kind of asking for information, but then showed he was carrying a gun in his waist. i saw the manace, and as i was seated by the table and this friend was opening the door under threat, i grabbed our phones and my wallet that was over the table, and entered the apartment, searching for a hidden place for them. i thought of putting them inside some boxes over the desk in their bedroom, but figured the man would open them and find what i was hiding. then i went to the guest room, and hid our phones and my wallet behind some books and trinkets over an upper shelf, which i figured would be too much trouble to search for - the man would probably ask for valuable itens, if he wanted to rob us. before coming back to the living room, i grabbed the 5 bucks i had in my wallet, which i learned from my parents to be "the burglar's money" - i guess it was not the case, since it was more complex, but the behavior remains. there was not an explicit scenario where i went back to the living room, but i was kind of in the same space as i was putting on my shoes, but now we were in an open spaced park, and i was teamed with another one of our friends, who was right by my side. we started hearing pops, and were trying to figure if they were music, fireworks, or shots from the gun. when we understood the were gunshots, from the man, shooting in any directon, at anyone, we laid down and tried to fake we were already shot. he was serene, like "if it has to happen, it will be happening", while i was trying to not hyperventilate and mantain my respiration kind of controlled, to pass as dead. this friend, however, was deep breathing, not nervous, but i can sense his body movement to be noticeable, and feared the shooter would scoot over the bodies to check if everyone was actually dead. i feared for him, but not exactly for me - if the shooter found he was alive, he would shoot both of us for good conscience, and that would be ok, because i wouldn't want to be the only one left alive. then i woke up.
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