Strange Things

Jeeves, this morning I had the strangest dreams. I dreamt of guns and shootings.
I will only tell you the second more enjoyable dream, simply because it was just strange and not scary, even though if it countinued I am sure I would've died.
You see, I think I was friends with Bigfoot.
These official looking people trying to find him made negotiations with us.
Don't ask me who 'us' is because I myself am not quite sure. In the middle of nowhere, we scheduled this meeting.
They were to keep out of sight while we discuss things with Bigfoot.
He did not know what was going on.
 I am not sure what happened but they didn't listen to us
and we told him to run into the forest, but they drove up in vans and with machine guns and started shooting into the trees.
 I don't know if they got him, but when I woke up, I had this sad strange feeling that they did.
We got our machine guns out as well and tried to stop them. I think I hit many of them, but then the leader of their group was only two feet away when my bullets ran out and we were both aiming at each other.
He shot me many many times in the chest and neck.
It didn't hurt, I didn't bleed. But I knew I was dying.
And I knew every time I was hit, because I wasn't able to breathe each time.

I don't know what happened later on, only that we escaped and were in the town and I was collapsing on stairways and knowing I was dying.

But I am glad to have risked my life for Bigfoot. 
Even if only in a dream.