A dream.

There's a girl I love, but I can't recall her face. She lives in a very dark place both emotionally and physically. She has killed a lot of people. She is in possession of two guns and claims that they are the cause of every bad thing she has done. I question where she got them, but she no longer remembers. She tells me that she doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore and that she buried the guns outside. After she falls to sleep, I dig up the guns. They are small but very heavy with a weight that defies their size. I put them in my pocket and take them to a guy I know. He has knowledge about guns. On my way I put my hand over the guns and a darkness descends over the center of me like liquid black and a voice in my head, a voice that I have never heard before, tells me to go back and kill her, it is the only way. I remove my hand from the guns and the voice fades away, but the darkness stays.

I reach the building where I can find my knowledgable friend. I walk down a long, white hallway that ends with a very strange door made of bulletproof plastic. There is a very large man standing on the other side of the door and he starts to question me when my friend comes out and recognizes me and tells the guard to let me through. Before I even get near him I feel it neccessary to tell these two men that I am carrying two guns. My friend laughs at my innocence, while the guard stiffens. My friend waves him off and takes me into the back room. I show him the guns. My memory fades here and I pick up the thread when...

I return to my old home, still carrying the guns. I go upstairs and I peek into my parent's room and see that my Father is there sleeping. It never even flashed through my head that he had died 23 years ago. I went into what used to be my sister's room and found some wrapping paper and thought that if I wrapped up the guns that it would rid me of the blackness and hopefully prevent the voice from returning. So I went to work and my Father came in and told me that I need to get out of here, that it wasn't safe to be here anymore, and he left. Then my Mother and sister came in and they told me they were leaving and that I needed to come with them. I wanted to go with them, but I wanted to save the girl I loved even more and in order to do that I needed to deal with the guns. I told them to just wait a minute, that I was alomost done. They were walking out the door. I yelled after them to just wait a minute. They were getting into my Mom's old RV. They were beginning to drive away, but they slowed down when they began to go around the corner. I started to put on my shoes, sticking my feet in the air so that they could be seen through the window. They got the hint and stopped, waiting for me. I put the wrapped guns in my pocket and ran out to the RV. I got in and sat down. The RV pulled away and I kept my hand wrapped around the wrapped guns, the liquid black continuing to seep into the heart of me.

That is where the dream ended for me. There were many other bits and pieces that I know I'm forgetting, but the details of dream fade so quickly in the waking world. Why is that? Why is it that a dream can be so real, so vivid, and yet fade so quickly upon waking? Strangeness. Anyone have thoughts on interpretations?