OK, I have to write this before I forget it:

I remember having been to some sort of fortune teller, who told me I had to be in a certain newsagent at a certain time, because I was going to stop my friend (not sure who the friend was) from being shot by somebody. This fortune teller had told me the name of the newsagents, something starting with an 'H' (I can't remember it completely), and the earliest visual memory I have is of walking down a street, trying to find the newsagent.

After walking all the way up the street, going to the wrong newsagent, and coming back, I see a shop with the 'H' name, however it's not a newsagent. I look to the next shop, and the next, and they also have this 'H' name. I look across the street, and the newsagent is there.

I go in, look around, and the person I'm supposed to save isn't there, so I start to look around. Funnily enough, this newsagent has no magazines or anything newsagents usually have, but instead it's full of video games, with test play consoles. I played some sort of platform game on one of the consoles for a while, but got bored.

A man comes in, and pulls out a gun, but I'm thinking that this is all wrong, because the person I'm meant to save isn't here. I go to the corner of the room, behind a small display stand, and lie down on the floor, hoping I won't be seen, but the man tells everybody to stand up, including myself, and I do so.

The man's gun is some sort of revolver, and I find myself thinking that I should count how many bullets he uses, so I can grab it without danger, however I don't know enough about guns. 'Not all revolvers are six-shooters, are they? Aren't there revolvers that have nine bullets?'

Something must not have gone the man's way, because he decides he needs to kill some of the people here. I know I should stop him, but can't figure out how I can do it safely, so I watch as he shoots two people, directly between the eyes. There is no blood, however, and I remember thinking how small and perfect the bullet holes were. He shoots at two more people, but either misses or hits them somewhere else on their body. He shoots one more person in the head, then turns to me, and aims. I close my eyes, waiting for the bullet to come, and everything goes black.

I wake up later, and I think I'm on the ground, with what looks like the chamber of the revolver in front of me. There are people taking the man away, and he's saying that he doesn't know how he could have missed those two people, he got the first ones directly between the eyes, and he never misses.

And that's about it. What was interesting is that, while listening to the radio this morning, Nova FM had a Moral Dilemma competition, where the dilemma was 'If three guys were pushing around and hassling a teenage girl at a station, would you stand up to them, or call the police?' I found it very hard to answer the question, but it brought back the feeling of this dream, knowing I should do something, but not being able to make myself do it.