Last night I dreamt that I was at school with my friend, who had become pregnant by another mutual friend. She was laughing about the whole thing, insisting that she would get an abortion and everything would be fine. Meanwhile, the guy who had gotten her pregnant wanted her to keep the baby, and even went so far as to say that he would still have sex with her while she was pregnant. I had met with my pregnant friend to talk to her about this, after which I got on a campus bus to get home. The bus stopped half way up a hill because there was something blocking the road, so we all got off to see. A student, who I knew/know very well, was holding two machine guns and shooting students on the street. I saw this and immediately began ducking behind cars, running down the hill, but of course he pursued me. Just as I reached the bottom, and he was right behind me, another bus pulled up with my dad driving. The shooter held a gun to my head as we boarded the bus, and he told me he was only shooting non-French people. My dad overheard this, and immediately told him that we are French-Canadian, even throwing in a couple phrases. The shooter seemed skeptical, but let us go, and I watched him hijack somebodys car. I didn’t care, and told my dad to drive us out of Burlington as I called 911. In the dream, I couldn’t remember the number “911” to call, so my Dad had to tell me (important detail). Finally I got it right, after fucking up the number so many times, and a woman answered. She was crying, and I told her about the shooter, to which she responded tearfully “Yes, he’s holding a gun to my vertebrae right now.” Somehow I figured out that the shooter went to the 911 operator, waited for me to call, and as soon as I did call he began tracking the cell phone. I heard a malicious laugh on the other end, and I threw the phone out the window of the bus. Then I woke up.