I just woke from a vivid dream in which I killed Philip C, an old childhood friend I haven’t seen since high school. The setting is an outdoor party. Back in high school, we had many outdoor parties, drinking beer in the woods, getting chased by police etc. This doesn’t seem to be one of those: we’re older, mellower, and this may take place in the present day.
There are several people milling about, none of whom I recognize, but all of whom are apparently known to me. Philip is walking away with his girlfriend. They are leaving. One of the people standing about, a thin dark-haired man, says, “Kill Philip!” Apparently this is a chance to do what we’ve all been waiting for. I realize that if anyone is capable of doing it, it is me. So I immediately start walking after them towards their car.
I arrive at a dome-shaped toilet, half underground. There is a window at the top of the dome where I can see outside. I am too tall to stand inside the dome, so I begin to urinate crouched over a bit. As I am urinating, I hear Philip arrive. He is talking to his girlfriend saying, “Let me buy you one more drink.” At first I can see them through the dome roof of the toilet, but they don’t see me. Then they disappear from my view.
It is clear that Philip doesn’t want to leave. He is being very open to his girlfriend about his ambition to get her drunk and then have sex with her. She makes excuses for why that doesn’t make sense, and tries to convince him to take her home instead. As I am urinating, it becomes clear that she is not really his girlfriend. They do not live together, and the way they are talking about sex indicates a sort of unfamiliarity with each other, although they have, or have at some point had some sort of relationship.
I finish urinating and climb out of the dome. Philip sees me and immediately shoots a gun at me. After an initial shot or two, the gun runs out of bullets. Without much effort, I am able to get control of Philip and the gun, and he ends up on the ground. I fire the gun at him, but there are no bullets left. I place the gun at the back of his head, and pull the trigger. Although the gun has no ammunition, a very small protrusion comes out of the barrel of the gun, similar to the metal apparatus in a glue gun that forces the glue stick forward when you press the trigger.
The protrusion presses gently into the back of Philip’s skull, and this causes him to have a seizure. I take note of this, and continue to press the gun several more times into the back of his head, reinducing seizures each time. Eventually Philip is either dead or severely incapacitated, and other people, who must have heard the commotion, start to arrive on the scene.
Philip’s girlfriend instinctively grabs the gun off the ground and tries to remove it from the scene. But I say, “No, leave it there” within hearing range of the other people, indicating to them that we have nothing to hide.