Well here's how it started out..

I was in a sedan, packed with bullets.. Amongst me were three other companions filling the car, and we were all armed, locked down in a shot-car holding off police officers from every point on our clock.. I was in the back seat, left side, wrapping up on the ammunition in my pistol which didn't last long in my dream, shot up some front bumpers and capped a couple windshields and the gun was in the floorboard amongst tons of others.. I recall none of us in the car having foot-room due to massive weaponry..
I move on to a pump-action, sawed-off spas shotgun, and start firing at the police, person beside me firing with a handgun, and the two up front firing with assault rifles.. I think those two were the most skilled, because I was watching the halfway point of my door, and back.. And those two up front watched the halfway point of their doors and the entire windshield space..
So anyway, it's night-time, and my shotgun's dry, and I toss it out, and grab an m60e4, 101 rounds in the the beast.. I fired so many accurate bursts, and think in this dream that rifle was the sole reason I stayed alive.. Aiming through the weak crosshair and looking outside at the gravel road we were on the side of, beside of a toolshed, which had a street light on, giving a misty, dark affect and lighting to the gravel and grass and the cars.. It smelled like the cold night outside..
Pretty soon we're done, all the cops are dead, and we all get out of the car, and watch each other's back until we get to another car..

The dream jumps.. I'm driving, the person beside me in the shootout is in the passenger, and the two in the front last time back in the back.. Our footspace is crammed with weapons again, and I can barely drive.. The guys are all talking about some random stuff, and for the first time in this whole thing I'm scared.. We drive down an old country road and up to a stop sign beside a gas station.. I make a right turn, and know where I'm going.. It's all been prescheduled.. We were walking right into a setup we knew about.. The police had a baracade setup, and for some reason, we were going to it, we knew about it.. I ask the person in the back right about the weaponry.. I request an M249, a 200rd. machinegun with a scope, and he says no, I'll have to make due with what we got.. A crap rifle, brown and copperish from age and rust.. Pistols are better, clipfed and two of them this time, and another shotgun, a short one.. The guy beside me has the same stuff, crap weapons, and the back two have their original machineguns from the first shootout..
No way I thought, a lot less ammunition this time, firepower, and more cops.. I was scared, and I was scared for myself at my observation perspective in the dream, I wanted to wake up and it be over, so I couldn't see what happens.. The dream continues..
Going straight down that road I made a right down, I look to the passenger who resembles Steve Zahn, and I'm so scared.. I say, "I don't wanna die" and he knows just what to say.. He says, "You don't know what world you're gonna go to when you die" and for some reason that assured me.. Got me thinking about going down this way, in another shootout.. Thinking about what's to come for us all, It was only enough to keep me driving there and still doing it, I was still scared..
I felt like a kid who wasn't gonna get to live the life his mom wanted for him, cause he did something his mom told him not to do.. It's daytime now, I shoulda said that early on..
I take a left down a gravel road, and see police officers.. The guys are still laughing and kinda joking about the whole situation, I'm still scared.. I drive into the baracade, and feel that feeling of being "surrounded" and drive the car where they tell me, to 4 tire marks, each tire to each marker, these markers are more loaded weapons, a marker for each of us.. The two in the back instantly get out onto the plain resembling the same one the first shootout was at, and walk over to two large, red crasftsman toolchests on wheels.. They wheel them over and kick one on each side of the car.. And this is something I'm particularly proud of, because my mind was able to generate something so cool and original for my enjoyment such as big red toolboxes for cover..
Anyway, I get out, and start walking over the these two police, one has a cowboy hat on.. The two in the backseat ask me where I'm going and I say I'll be right back.. I keep walking, my little shotgun in my left hand, I approach the one wearing a cowboy hat.. I look at him for a moment, lips tucked in fear, and eyes almost in tears.. I extend my hand to him, and he looks at me for a long time in understanding, and shakes my hand.. I say "I wish things were different" then I turn to shake his partner's hand.. He acts alarmed about it and doesn't understand but shakes my hand a lot sooner..
I walk back to the car, and get in the driver's seat.. Close the door.. Shotgun down, and rifle in hand.. We were all getting ready... My heart was racing in this confined area.. Police all around us, and our odds lessened from last time..

We all move to fire and the dream ended.. I think my mind chose to wake me up because I did not want to know the outcome.. I think I died at least, or we all died.. Because not only was I firing at a larger squad, with weaker weapons and smaller magazines, I was in the position to cover a larger perimeter around the car.. And I remember I was not as good as the two in the back.. But it was cool, I loved it while it lasted..