Two dreams shared a similar theme last night. So, here it goes.
I was at a school heading for gym class. On the way I found a scared little kid so I was trying to help him find his mom. I eventually found her and she was happy and all that, but I looked at the time and realized I was fifteen minutes late. So I ran to class and my teacher said something like "I'm fed up with you, go to the other gym teacher". So I went, and he was a really mean looking bald guy, who looked like an actual gym teacher I had back in high school. In the class room he was teaching some art class and for some reason he was really really pissed at me. He was saying a lot of stuff to me and picked up an art stool and got ready to swing it at me. I picked up my own and was ready to fight back when he pulled out a pistol, and aimed it at me. Me and another student managed to fight the gun away from him and became school heroes. Not too shabby.
My Ex called me on the phone crying saying that her husband had killed himself after shooting up his school. She was coming to see me for whatever reason so I agreed to pick her up from the airport. When I met her at the airport she looked like one of those no good girls from those mystery movies. Red dress, long hair, the whole deal. I don't remember what happened after that but the next thing I do remember is being in a high speed car chase. It looked like all of the buildings were made of glass, and I remember gunfire. These dames, they ain't no good for ya.