Dreams are Cray Cray!

Last night I had a very weird dream! It was based in the 1800s, I think. There were three groups fighting: the Indians, African Americans, and white people. We all lined up to in a line of four, straight across, like we were going to have a shoot out. Since I was a stud shooter, I never got killed or shot by anyone. Then I had to match up against my friend Sam, and I really did not want to shoot him. Next thing I hear a gunshot and Sam disappears. I was very upset and couldn't find Sam anywhere. Then all of a sudden he appeared out of no where, and he was ALIVE! I was so happy I started crying. But, he was limping...I asked him what was wrong and he said that I had shot his middle toe off! I felt horrible! Needless to say, it was the weirdest dream I have had in a while.