Horror or...Just Weird?

An old man held out the canteen in his wrinkled hand, I didn't need to ask what it contained. The cloudy blue vape juice inside was a perfect dietary supplement, of course. I took my own swig upon the direction being spoken by him, not thinking twice, nor even once.

Walking to a lonesome chair in my driveway, I see the event--a glorious wedding. I remember this from outside the dream, once my aunt had a wedding on my property. Though, I admit, it was not held in the driveway. Soon more chairs sat in rows filled by friends and family, and everyone was exploding with anticipation for the bride.

I feel myself shifting, this part of the dream was always the worst because the chaos was building rather rapidly. An opaque vehicle pulled into the now new scene with the wedding items all gone, and driveway nearly empty. My heart shook and skipped a beat as I observe the vape juice drinker re-enter my minds work. Stepping out of the car, he gave me an odd grin.

Wedding was on again! Chairs re-aligned themselves in the driveway for the show that no one knew would be so messy. Within moments, the chairs are refilled and taken up by guests. Without hesitation the 'old vape juice guy' pushed a gun to the brides father's lips; such an odd looking gun. Shrieks of panic came from the crowd loudly as the old man pulled the trigger.

Maybe I can skip this part if I keep my eyes shut, I tell myself to at least try.

No matter how long I shut my eyes, the scene would still play on when I opened them for a peek. It was a movie only for my unwilling green eyes to witness. The gun was indeed not one which used ammo, to my relief, but rather one filled with bags. The job of the bags though, was a bit more disturbing than the use of bullets. As the loud bang went off, the bags shot inside of the victims body, bagging him up. The plastic exited his lips containing his organs in neatly tied bags. Next, the lifeless body pixelated to dust and I knew I was next.