Where there's a will, there's a gunfight.

Dreamed on 2013.02.27.0600

We’re getting into the car to drive home from the lake, but grandpa got in the wrong car and started driving away. We pulled alongside and tried to yell and honk, but no luck. The car was an RV, actually, with many other people in it. I pulled in front of it and stopped, and it had to stop too.

We all got out and tried to surround the house, but there was gunfire. (It was actually a house now, not just an rv). It turns out there was a will buried in the yard in an old leather book, and I dug it up, and the people inside wanted it. This has nothing to do with anyone in my family now, and more to do with the show Supernatural. I asked if the will wouldn’t apply if we shot it, and someone put two bullet holes through it before someone else answered no, that it wouldn’t matter.

There was running and fighting and sneaking and stuff. I turned a corner and knocked out the evil woman by slamming the big leather book into her face.

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