/lit/ - Literature

I was in a bustling Japanese street, or at least what I would think one is like. In reality it looked similar to a typical city for my country except with Japanese people. In that street I was with my 2 younger sisters, suddenly a Japanese man with an automatic rifle started shooting up the place. Japs dying left and right, quickly I grabbed my sister's and ran down the street, around the corner and around one more corner.
We had gotten away from the shooter, but then my sister's were not there anymore, it was just me. I continued walking about and encountered something that I resembled a garage, inside of it hooded men who glared at me angrily and told me to leave, which I did.
As I continued to walk I began to head up a set of stairs, on the left side where the stairs ended were flowers, I decided to walk up on the flowers instead of the stairs on a whim and looked up at the top to see the prime minister of Japan (pic related) doing so also, as he reached me he asked why I was walking on the flowers to which I jumbled out some response I now cannot remember.
Now, suddenly ( I can't remember why) I was at another random spot, in which I was waiting for a street crossing light to turn green, standing with me among the many others waiting was the prime minister of Japan once more he began to question me about the shooting, I answered all of them in some jumble I now forget. Then he suddenly walks off , before doing so muttering "cunt" under his breath at me.

Honestly one of my more weird and lengthy dreams.