Dream Log: February 8, 2000 (idea)

I'm running around some large, recreation area filled with children, mostly less than 12 years of age. Occasionally their parents are there too (a place very similar to, for example, Discovery Zone). They can see me, but take little notice, even though I know they should probably be afraid of me. I'm carrying with me, a variation of the razor blade gun from Unreal Tournament, and continue to have trouble getting the projectiles into the loading barrel without cutting my hands. The projectiles say "Nerf" on them, even though they are clearly razor sharp steel blades. I'm looking for someone, although I don't know, or can't remember, who it is. I wander a bit longer, until I find my brother, and his friend, climbing up a jungle like rope structure. I sit on a railing on top of the structure, and continue to try and load the projectiles into the weapon, while my brother and friend climb up the structure to meet me. I eventually get them all in the "gun", but...