Here follows the dream I just had. I went to bed at... I dunno, somewhere between 6 and 8 AM, after a marathon Sims 3 binge, and woke up at around 2.
Many bits of the dream were inspired by videogames, probably more than I realise. There was, of course, a lot more to it which has been forgotten, as is sadly almost always the way with dreams.
I know there's a lot about this dream that I don't remember. The entire lead up to the main scene is pretty much forgotten, but I was holding a whole bunch of people hostage in some building, I'm guessing to keep the cops at bay.
These people, however, were not all harmless civilian types- I don't remember exactly who/what they all were but I think there were a few prominent members of the criminal underworld. Apparently even as I kept them hostage I made multiple trips around the city-thing I was in, I guess whatever police siege was after me was pretty laid-back/keeping t their distance.
Anyway, when I came back from one of these weird, not-remembered errands I found a couple of soldierish-looking people (actually, one of whom looking like a certain character from The Walking Dead) had infiltrated the building (which I think may have been a seedy underworld bar) with a crate of guns and were now arming the hostages! I guess they'd had enough of my crap, I'm not sure how long I'd been practising my weird, hands-off brand of hostage keeping, but it felt like they'd been there a while.
Tensions had been rising for some time, too. I can't remember a whole lot of the shootout that followed, it went for some time and I believe my hostages joined forces with the cops outside, but I know the gunplay was viewed from a third-person perspective like uncharted.
At one point I was huddled right in the corner of a room, in cover, clutching some crappy little AK47SU or similar as the heavily-armed masses advanced. They were massing for a final attack just to the right of my field of vision, at the doorway to the room I was in and also on that end of the balcony outside. (i could see the balcony through a row of windows. All up it was basically the same as a level in Uncharted.)
This was one of those wonderful moments where my dream self is like, "welp. I'm probably gonna die here," and I resolved to do my best to survive, no doubt taking down a lot of them in the process. There followed a lot of desperate ' picking off' any of them moving along the balcony before hurriedly ducking back into cover as bullets flew. I was certain that I would die if they rushed me, but they didn't- I guess due to fear.
Anyway after that moment my memory gets hazy again, but there began the final, decisive gun battle and suffice to say it was a doozy. At some point I threw caution to the wind and ran forward to dive out the window or something, blazing away at the (surprised?) folks taking cover on the balcony, before miraculously making it back into cover myself. I remember shooting some especially annoying hostage, one who'd insulted me a lot earlier on, through her eye. Eventually they were dead- all except one.
This one guy wearing a hoodie, standing around a corner at the back of the battlefield with a resigned expression on his face, was the only hostage who hadn't taken up arms- and thus the only one to survive.
This was one of those Uncharted-ish moments where I could see a username above his head, and because of it I at once disliked him and was surprised that he hadn't turned on me with the others- it began with 'Bloods_', in reference to the moronic gang. I grabbed him, suspicious and presumably held him at gunpoint as I asked him just why he didn't join the others.
He shrugged, and sadly I can't remember his answer any longer- it's been too long since I woke up.
When asked about his choice of username, if he was actually a member of said gang, he said he'd never actually been there and had nothing whatsoever to do with them.
I accepted these answers and was beginning to trust him, but he hesitated when I ordered him to turn out his pockets, and turned out only one of them. When I reached for the other he tensed up, and I realised he had to be armed, I took a moment to hold my gun up passively and defuse the situation- no sense in us killing each other just when some trust was starting to form. I think he turned out to have some crappy (rusty?) little revolver.
Anyway after that I took him with me as I went someplace in the city (?) this was set in. We passed through some central, square/park-ish area, and saw these loudmouth rednecks walking along shouting, for the most part unintelligibly. I explained to my new companion that they were always there or something.
That moment a wolf emerged from somewhere- it had this strange, throaty bark that made a kind of 'wuut/wurt' sound more than anything, and I knew that such wolves were actually players upon whom had been placed a kind of ban, turning them into such creatures for angering an admin.
For some reason this one charged and leaped at me, knocking me flying. I'm not sure if it was going to maul me or what, but "Bloods_" knocked it off me and put his gun to its head as the rednecks began to shout at it- in perfect english now, to my surprise- telling it it shouldn't have pissed off the admins, apparently by being an idiot over OOC chat.
Anyway, I -think- my companion let the wolf-thing live and then we went on our way and that's all I remember.
Edit: Okay. That was a strange dream. I had to post it from my phone, since that's where I typed it up, and posting things from my phone is hard so I just dumped it all into a post willy-nilly and then fixed it up via computer.