My Bookstore Dream Around the turn of the century, I had a dream where I was in a bookstore with my wife, (I don't really have a wife) and some lady with short red hair tried to kill her with a gun. I tried to stop her, so we got in this huge evil disgusting fight, and her husband was trying to kill me too, so I tore them both up and mutilated both of them until they were almost dead, and somebody in the bookstore was trying to read the bible to them before they died, and they survived. I thought was good, because I didn't want to kill anybody. Later, I was at the apartment, and the building was like a giant dollhouse where a side of it opened on huge hinges, and my room was only accessible by opening the entire building. I was taking a shower before work, and my wife came in and yelled at me a lot and said she wanted a divorce. Then those other people came by, the ones who wanted to kill her the day before, and the lady was all friendly to my wife, and they talked and chatted like friends, and went into another room. Then her husband was outside the window talking to me, and was really pissed off that I put scars on his wife, and didn't care that I was trying to protect my wife. Then my wife and the other lady snuck up behind me to hit me with a hammer, and I knew they were there, so I pointed at my head, indicating where the best place to hit me was. They did, and I died, and my ghost went into my room and got my shoes on, and mumbled something about leaving New York.