I dreamt that a friend (not an actual friend in real life – my dreams rarely include people I know) and I stole an extremely large sum of money from a drug lord. After a couple of days, we were captured by the drug lord’s men. We were taken to a very bad part of town and shot. I was shot in the head, but did not die. After the assailants left, I got up and tried to find some help. I was ok for the most part, but had lost some of the function of my lower lip which made me speech a little slurred sounding. I found a very nice person to lend me their phone and I called 911. The operator said they do not send people to the section of town I was in and I would have to get myself to a hospital. I began to try and find a way out of that part of town and then I woke up.