Last night I had a dream, I cant remember the beginning but I do remember some how my hand being cut more like a paper cut but the part I do remember is after that. It was nighttime and I went in a house to see my brother. When I open the room door he rose up out the bed and shot me in my right arm. He realized it was me and apologize, said I scared him. The gun wound did not hurt nor did it really bleed but he took me to the hospital. When I saw the hospital parking lot it was daytime. Then the dream flashes and I’m in what look like to be a empty subway restaurant talking to a girl, who I did not recognize but in the dream she was a friend, until a guy pulled up outside in a drop top who I did recognized. I was standing in the street next to the car with a sling on my arm and was telling him how my brother accidentally shot me. When I looked back there were two guys in black suits standing on the sidewalk watching us and I woke up.