I had one last night, actually.
It was in some kind of tall building that I think was a hotel of sorts. Some guy who was wearing a military uniform of some kind got shot in the head, and I had to, alone, take him down 10 flights of a massive stairwell that had ALOT of people going up and down it. It was very surreal. Everyone else in the dream, and there were ALOT of people going up and down these stairs, all seemed very irrelevant to this fact that I was moving someone down the stairs on a hospital bed who was bleeding from a head wound. Oh, and the guy was still alive, awake, and responsive to what was going on. I was even talking to him while taking him down those stairs. He seemed ok. As ok as someone who had been shot in the head could be, anyway.
Eventually, I got to the bottom of the stairs after what could be described as a crazy experience and hand the fellow over to some others, who, just like the others seemed completely oblivious or uncaring that I had taken this guy down by myself. It felt like I was all alone struggling to do something for someone else, and yet even after I had succeeded, not even my family members on the bottom floor really seemed to care. Nobody did. They just left me alone there, without any thanks or even smiles. It felt very cold.
After this, I ended up back in my room where I had started this dream along with some fellow I didn't know too well, but I think recognize from somewhere. They seemed happy with me, which was odd considering that nobody else in the dream had, or had even really seemed to think that I existed. After a few brief moments that felt like this was going to end in sex, this person then was about to get me on the bed... and that is when I woke up.
I am not going to have a good day today I don't think.
