2 other persons and myself are making something illegal. We are going to sell it for lots of money. Some people come and try to get the stuff away from us. One person comes and sniffs it to see if it's potent and starts to walk away with it without paying for it. I feel helpless; I want to stop them but I'm afraid to. Another person goes after them and asks for the money. I'm glad they did it. The person refuses to pay and gets arrogant. "So what are you going to do about it?" I pick up a small revolver and shoot the person in the neck. I feel badly but I feel better when I realize that it's a small bullet and will hurt them, but not kill them, .22 caliber. He gives us back the stuff. The one who went after the money feels sad because we'll always be in trouble or uptight because we're dealing with stuff others will always try to take away from us. I say, "No, that's silly! We can sell this, take the money and invest it, and let the money work for us." Then the mother of one of us comes for dinner. We hide the stuff and camouflage the gun. I put a tape cassette over it. The "mom" brings a good-looking young man. Someone cooks the dinner. Each serving is a lovely bouquet of cut flowers. It's too pretty to eat. I'm glad I've already eaten my dinner. [BL]