Last night I had a dream that I was at a gas station. Apparently I was in the past (time travel?) because we were discussing gas prices in the future and I tried to bet the store worker $1000 that gas prices would rise to $4 a gallon in two years. I even told him I would let him have the $1000 for those two years, I was so certain I would be right. He declined though, but I was going to write his name down in my cell phone so I could come back and say “I told you so” nonetheless. I had went out back to do this and then was going to walk around the building to the front. Near the gate (there was a fence around the back enclosing the area behind the store apparently) some guy started hassling me for being on ‘his property’ and I kept walking away. He then accused me of spying on him and taking pictures of his business activities. I said I didn’t and then offered to show him that I had no pics.
For some reason, he did not think my phone sufficient to look for the pics since I could ‘just delete them off the phone’ so he wanted to look on some computer discs of mine. He ends up back at our place and I can’t find the discs in question. I eventually sneak off alone and dial 911 really quick and just let it ring without saying anything. I go out to tell him I can’t find the discs, but by then the police are there and he has his hands over his head. I am worried now that he will try to kill us when he gets out of custody even if he was not going to do it before because he will be extra mad. Also, he now knows where we live. In the end, he ends up getting into a shoot out with the officers and I try to get out of the way of the bullets. His gang shows up near this point and they shoot out with the officers as well. I do not remember how it resolves, but Lori and I end up back inside and I then find the stack of discs immediately. I lament for a moment that he might not have had to die, but then think he was being unreasonable and it really was his own thought. About this point, I woke up.
At another point last night I had a dream that we had a baby boy. Lori had went to the hospital, but for some reason had not called me when she went into labor. I was like “the baby is born!?! I didn’t even know your water broke”. I never saw the baby before the dream ended, and we were trying to decide on a name because we had thought we were going to have a girl the whole time.