Dream: Russian shoot out

I worked with a group who had to capture three individuals. A young, beautiful woman (I think we were all Russian. A lot of the dream was in English, but sometimes we lapsed into Russian. Sometimes there were subtitles) and her husband and another, I think. I don’t remember what he was.

I think there were many of our group, but only three of importance: myself, my brother and my long time partner in the group. We were romantically involved too, and I thought of him as my husband, so maybe we were married.

At any rate, the blonde woman we kidnapped slept a lot, and I covered her with this blanket. One side was smooth silky satin blue, the other was a plain white sort of comforter. We were keeping them in a room that looked like a hotel, but wasn’t quite one.

The woman’s lover/husband and I somehow began to be romantic throughout the course of the dream, and sometimes after I’d cover up the woman with the blanket, I cried, hidden behind the blanket. The others of our group (I think I was the only female) decided (in Russian, I remember thinking that I didn’t understand and wished subtitles would be used) that we had to get our hostages away from where we were because the enemy was closing in. The enemy wore this green, small pattern camouflage. We (the group members, myself and my brother, but not my partner) retrieved many guns from the trunk of the car. My brother was holding three, one that was somewhat like an AK, some other one, and one that looked like a single barrel pump action shotgun whose end had melted from so much use or something. That was the one I chose.

We were bringing the hostages through a wooded area, but it was fall, the ground was littered with leaves, and then the shots started coming. We were tucked into a corner, against walls on two sides, and I pressed against this large orangy sort of rock, my melted shotgun in hand. I knew it was going to hurt when I fired it because I wasn’t particularly good with guns, particularly not shotguns. The hostages… I know they were behind us, but I wasn’t sure if they were tied or just standing up or what. It wasn’t much of a concern at this point. I caught a glimpse of the camo (green in a fall environment, not very useful) and my brother moved to the side of the rock away from the shots, but if someone approached from the front, he would be easily seen.

I watched the shots come, heard them and felt them hitting the rock, and then I raised up to fire but hit only trees. I think I had a slugs rather than scatter shot, but the recoil kicked me back pretty strongly. After a few moments of silence, I could hear footsteps, so I aimed, rose up, and felt my heart collapse as I was staring into the face of my husband/partner as he lifted his weapon to kill me. I pulled the trigger and hit him in the left shoulder, leaving a big hole but not at all a fatal one unless he was to bleed to death.

I felt my brother jerk, hit, skittering behind me. I aimed for my beloved’s chest, hitting him right in the middle, and there seemed to be a white light behind his sternum, but it still wasn’t fatal. My brother started to pull me backwards.

Time slowed down. I took aim again, working for between my partner’s eyes when I heard “there were no survivors.” I realized the hostages were all dead already, and as I aimed, I watched him fire. Multiple bullets tore through my body. I could see a yellow cross aiming up my shot, and I stared at his face, somehow happy that we were going together, as we’d always promised we would, and I fired. I watched him fall backwards, and laid there in my dead brother’s arms, dying myself from bullets that had gone through us both.

Then I was looking upon the scene from above, and my view was obscured by hundreds of golden maple leaves still clinging to their branches.