I killed a man. =.=
Here's the thing. I think I was at a concert, but it turned into a football game. It was late when it got out, but I got lost in the crowd and ended up outside. I was giving one of the people i rode to the event with a call, and I saw someone else i knew where ever I was standing (it was near a short, concrete building.) I talked to her for a while (no one in this dream was a real person.) until an older man showed up. He pulled a gun on the both of us and told us to give him all our money.
I told him we didn't have any, on account of me being out of a concert/game. He refused to believe it, and in an act of brave idiocy, I pushed his arm away and tried to get control of the gun. He fired it once, and I managed to get it away from him. Putting to him, I told him to go away. He refused and tried to wrestle the gun back from me. - It fired and killed him.
ODDLY, I was totally unphased by what had happened, and returned to calling my companions - the person who came and talked to me had apparently disappear (or been shot in the original hassle) Oh well.
Reunited, we tried to find a place to spend the night. We located a hotel, and continuing in the footsteps of bad decisions, I attempted to break in, rather than pay. Oddly, it was really easy to pop off one of the windows. A chase ensued between me and two of the other companions and the staff of the hotel. I managed to charm one of the female staff members into not turning me in, and also pouring me a drink. Unfortunately, the rest of the crew got busted. I slipped out and was quite thankful for the arrival of my drink .
We head out again, and witnessed a crime. Two guys were busting down an old gas station and trying to steal a tv from it. Valiantly, I dove out of the moving vehicle, and went to stop them. It just so happened that the cops had arrived too. They were not convinced that the men were trying to steal anything. But, as a witness, and someone who whole-heartedly upholds the law (made obviously by my earlier murder and breaking and entering) I ratted them out.
I aided in the investigation - while pocketing a few things from the crime scene - and convinced the cops that the guys were guilty. As they left, my companions and I took the tv they had been trying to steal and rode off.
Dream dwindled.
At the beginning of this dream, I had become lucid. I gave up control. These kinds of plots are the reason I give up lucid dreams.