(08/24/64) I was going to Sunday School and was late. I had to walk into the closed classroom and find my seat (#22), which didn't embarrass me particularly. The instructor remembered my name, which surprised me. I and my husband were engaged in shooting down some several people who were our enemies. He left me with a pistol and a bottle of some sort of poison. I poisoned someone and shot someone else, or at least this is the aspect that the dream had later, though the first part of the dream was concerned with some man (like Baudelaire) shooting someone else and me. However, for the rest of the time, I got the man's gun away from him and was going to get rid of it, but was afraid the police would accuse me since my fingerprints would be on it, I was trying to get rid of the evidence and escape. All this was uptown in some city. I went into a drugstore. Several people were suspicious of me. I wanted to throw away the bottle, but at every opportunity someone would come and I couldn't. The dream ended when I was wandering through some park and talking to some men about something related to all of this.