Thinking I would be killed in a dream
As I woke up in a dream this morning, I was in the midst of doing something bad, perhaps robbing some place with some other people, something like that. I couldn't figure out the details, but it was too late, I was in a bad place.
The situation quickly went from bad to worse, as I was double-crossed, and somewhere around half a dozen of us were forced to kneel down with guns to our heads. We were in some form of open-air restaurant, outdoors. Our captors told us to keep our heads to the ground, and if we moved at all we would be killed instantly. As I kneeled there, looking down at the ground, and as I then closed my dream eyes, I didn't necessarily fear death, but I definitely wasn't looking forward to the pain of bullets going through my skull and brain. I was thankful for my life.
As we kneeled there for an interminable amount of time, I felt sorrow for myself, and some sorrow and regret for what I had done, and for being about to die.
Finally someone asked us why we were all kneeling there with our heads to the ground, and as we moved, we realized that whoever had captured us had left, and they weren't going to kill us. Feeling this relief, I woke up.