I was in a gunfight. It had a wild west feel to it, but we were on a school bus. It was basically 2 against 1 as a guy (mexican looking guy with a thick black moustache) that i didn't much care for and i had found a common enemy (a Clint Eastwood type). Our enemy was at the front of the bus, and my partner and i were both taking cover in the seats. I was about 4 rows back, and he was a couple rows further back. I wasn't very comfortable with this arrangement as i wasn't sure if i could trust the mexican, but i figured our common goal would keep him in line. There were also plenty of innocent bystanders strewn about on the bus. We were exchanging fire, but nobody was connecting. I saw an opening and tried to make a bold move to take a clearer shot by standing up high from behind my cover. However, before i could get my shot off, i was shot through the back and fell to the floor in the aisle of the bus. I tried to stay completely still so that they would think i was dead and wouldn't shoot me again. This strategy seemed to work. I slowly opened one eye and noticed that the bad guy was not looking at me, and i could see his profile with his mouth open like he was talking. I realized i had the strength to lift my gun, so i decided that this was my chance. I slowly lifted my gun and took aim. I fired, and the shot went straight through the empty space where his mouth was open--like Pacman gobbling a pill...except he didn't gobble it. Before he had time to react, i quickly readjusted and shot him straight through the head. Unlike me, he did NOT have the strength to retalliate after his mortal blow. I took a sigh of relief and resigned myself to my fate. However, i started to feel stronger, and i even thought i had the ability to stand. I stood up and headed toward the back of the bus to approach my "friend," the mexican. But before i could ask him why he shot me, he answered my question by asking the very same thing. I quickly denied the accusation as i couldn't remember shooting at him. He said, "it was before [The Clint Eastwood Guy]." I said, "oh, like...WAY before?" Because we were kindof enemies before, so i thought there might have been a time that i shot at him that i didn't remember. He shook his head, "no." He reminded me of a time when he was holding his baby, and The Clint Eastwood Guy was wrestling him. I remembered this altercation, and i assured him that my shooting was to PROTECT him and his baby, not harm them. I admitted that i had failed in this endeavor. By this time, we were both in tears. I decided i needed to find a way home so i could tell my mom what had happened, and before i headed back down the aisle, i told him, "hug your kid for me." I got to the front of the bus with the full intention of jumping out of the moving vehicle and then trying to find a way home. Someone else was blocking the door, so i gave up on that idea. Then, the phone on the bus rang, and the driver said that it was for me. I answered it, and it was my mom. She told me that the Teskes and someone else were there, and she asked if i got selected (to a jury, perhaps?). I told her no, and i tried to figure out if there was a way to tell her i was going to die over the phone. Before i could think of one, i woke up.