So I woke up around 4:36 this morning.  Closed my eyes for what seemed like a goodly while, and when I opened them, it was 4:36 again.  Odd.

But the dream -- no one is surprised by now by there being guns and stuff, right?  Also, my dreams tend to be movie-like as often or more as they tend to have me as a participant.

So, anyway, there are two small dimly lit rooms connected by a door in a small house.  The room with the action has a door to the outside and vaguely resembles a motel room.  In this room, a woman is tied to a chair and someone is trying to extract information from her.  In the other room (possibly an adjacent hotel room rather than another room of a house), a couple, man and woman, are noticing the noise and they try to force open the connecting door.

The person doing the torturing looks toward the door, realizes there isn't any time, and reaches for a gun.

In the next room, the two people hear a shot just before they break the connecting door.

Only the woman in the chair is there, and her head is tilted back, lifeless, with a thin line of blood trickling from the hole in her forehead.

I had exited the room (yes, I was an 3rd person omniscient observer until this point, and now apparently I take the role of the bad guy.  Not entirely unusual) to the parking lot.  There were bushes and shrubbery, but absolutely no parking lot lighting, so going from the lit (albeit dimly) room to the outdoors meant zero visibility for a long time while my eyes adjusted.  At about the same time, I realized I didn't have my car keys - or my gun or anything else - in the pockets of my very old VISION skater jacket.  As I finally made out the vague shapes of bushes and such, I realized I could hide in plain sight due to the deep shadows and wait for the neighbors to leave.

I have no idea why I didn't expect them to call the cops.  Possibly because that only happens on cop shows.

So I sit down on the concrete at the base of a large bush, and the young man of the couple comes out of the room, and starts taking stuff out of my car.  Apparently he and his girlfriend are going to steal my car.  I continue hiding because, at this point, what else am I going to do?  But he starts piling stuff closer and closer to me, and either my eyes have fully adjusted or someone turned a porch light on, because in retrospect there's no reason he shouldn't have seen me.

He hollered something to his girlfriend still in the room, and then I woke up.