A Conversation Among Friends

"You came to me in a dream last night."

"I did?"

"Yes."

"Why was I there?"

"I was kneeling in a room and you were holding a handgun to my forehead execution style. I was telling you to do it, begging you, saying anything I could.
You just stared at me, listening.
When I was done and couldn't speak or beg anymore you put your hand out and helped me up.
And then you lead me out the door and that was it."

"Interesting.
I'm glad I didn't kill you.
Even in your dreams."