Hand on the shoulder

In the dream I am younger, in a place similar to a school. Lots of other girls are also moving from place to place within a building. As I pass through a doorway an older man rests his hand briefly on the back of my shoulder. I keep my gaze forward, do not look back at him, but do not move any faster. I accept it. It is a gesture that feels complex, it is caring, quite intimate but also somehow like a selection.

A gun

There was some kind of emergency and I was in a queue but did not know what for. Then I saw that we were being issues with guns. The gun I was given was small and light, like a toy, but I knew it was real. I said to a woman, 'There is no point in them giving me this, I am not going to use it.' She did not say anything but I felt that she approved. Later we were sitting opposite a child, a girl of about 10. The girl had a similar gun and was playing with it, pointing it at the woman and saying, 'Oh, what if it went off!' I told her to stop and she did not. So I reached over and turned it so it was pointing away and took it away from her. 

Losing the plot

I was in a cinema, watching a film. The man in the seat in front of me was very tall and blocking my view so, as there were lots of empty seats, I moved a few rows forward. The film was not very interesting, the plot was derivative and I could not keep my attention on it. A woman got up to leave and seemed to snag my earphones as she got up. I let the cord play out, knowing it would bring her to an abrupt stop. She returned with an extension lead with an absurd number of electrical plugs attached to it in a tangled mess and handed it to me. I left, bored with the film, and wandered through town. I felt a kind of guilt at not staying to the end and returned but it seemed to have ended and something else that I did not understand was happening on the stage.