I’m driving through a parking lot outside a liquor store in a large old car with a few people in it. There’s an African American looking man that steps in front of the car and there seems to be the possibility of hitting him so I slow down. He doesn’t appear to like the fact that I almost hit him. He pushing a shopping cart and carrying a large duffle bag. I step out of the car and offer to help him carry the bag while he pushes the cart and he concedes. We walk around the right side of the liquor store to a fence in front of a large pile of things covered with blankets. He reaches over the fence and starts digging under one of the blankets and suddenly pulls out a gun and starts firing at me. I turn and run and wake up afraid.
Interesting that I was dreaming this at about the same time as the Pulse murders in Florida.