Western shooting

Dream: A sight of some typical small Finnish lake island in summer. The whole area was covered with tall pine trees and the landscape was very bumpy. There were red and brown -painted wagons everywhere and suddenly a small war started. All the people were from my school, Petri and other students, with "wild west" revolvers in their hands. I jumped behind one wagon; I had a shotgun.

Analysis: I have no idea why I write this over a half a year later... :-This was the day I broke up with Chiara. School people, Finland... everything important. No lucidity.