Group of activists meets in a restaurant. One of the women gets me alone after the meeting at another table and brandishes a gun at me. I am perplexed. I later have three dreams (within this dream) about one of the men from that meeting, two of which are through his eyes, his warped unhealthy view of things, and in the third I am inside his brain and the woman with the gun is also there, pointing it at me now. She says she had to do it this way so that I would believe she knows about the man whose head we were in. She was his psychiatrist. She had to warn me, and knew I would remember the gun, make the connection. It was unclear how he posed a danger to me, but that was my warning.