I'm at some kind of gathering somewhere and I bump into Emilie, an old friend from the town in Iowa I last lived in. Someone else comes up and says "no ring on her finger" in that cheesy, fix-em-up way people sometimes do. That's when it kicks in that she must have gotten a divorce, since she was recently married to Jason (another friend from back there).
I'm polite and comforting without being nosey, when another old friend (and old flame) from that town, J.J., comes up to us. By this time the gathering is dying down and we're some of the only ones left. J.J. shares that her marriage, too, has crumbled, because it was a sham. When we ask why, J.J. tells us that she was actually previously married to Christopher, my best friend (and they mught have still been legally married-- I don't remember).
Em and I are trying to figure out what to do with all of this when Christopher's wife Sara comes up. J.J. also tells Sara, and rather than being completely crushed, everyone is just angry with Christopher. But as this is happening, I start to feel like things aren't quite adding up with all of this. I look at Em, who appears to be thinking the same thing. Then I turn to J.J., who is talking with Sara. While talking, J.J. reaches into her back behind a chair...
...pulls out a gun with a silencer and shoots us all.
First me, then Sara, then Em. We all fall and lay dying, yet somehow I'm relieved that Christopher didn't do this awful thing with J.J.
One of the strangest parts of the dream is that the cast of characters was all connected back at the college I used to work at, and that there was nothing "fantastic" about the dream-- everything *could* happen.
Needless to say, I'm wide awake now.