Today I had one pretty normal semi-dream, and one nightmare.
In real life, I finished a thing early in the morning and wanted to go back to sleep.
I was trying my best, and I was always somewhat awake.

Dream:
At some point I saw myself in a town, I entered a building with a gun in my hands, which I didn't question, I only ever wanted to sleep and didn't care about the dream, I pointed the gun at a person I found inside and said "Two people were shot with this gun. Do you know whose gun this is? Is it yours, by any chance?", that person looked like a woman to me, then I chased the same person or perhaps a different person and shot them, saying "And that's the third shot", this time the person looked like a man to me. Then it somehow turns out I'm in my irl room dressing up. I put on my clothes and shoes to go out. My "rendering engine" was failing and I could turn the keyring in my hands so that two of the keys merge into one monster key. I seemed to be gradually losing sight, not in the sense of the picture turning black, not even in the sense of sight temporarily going away when I get up too suddenly or have too hard physical exercise, but I just lost my ability to see, while tactile senses remained sharp. I made an assumption that I was somehow out of bed and close to my door in real life as well. I tried to keep coming out of the house to see if I would wake up outside. I didn't even start going down the stairs in the hallway stairway when I lost tactile sense as well and woke up, in bed. I feel like I was aware of it all being a dream throughout (and thus the gun violence part wasn't terrible to me), tho I guess I wasn't fully consciously awake, because I wouldn't in the right mind try to climb down the stairs blindly.

I decided to sple for real and here's what I saw in the second dream:
I'm at home and talking to someone in an online chat. They mention they're going to a city and it happens to be my city, I just assume it's a coincidence, I'm not really ready to meet them, tho I start to feel paranoid. Next, I look in the window and see someone on a swing in my multiapartment building's yard, they are chatting. I hide from them and still sometimes peek at them. I notice how them typing on their phone corresponds to that online chat person typing and I feel doxxed and terrified. My door is open for some reason. My laptop discharged and turned off for some reason. For some reason, I see advertisements glued to my window from the inside, I don't understand how they got there. I see advertisements in my online chat even tho it doesn't normally have them and, scared, I wake up, and phew, it was a dream. Thinking back, I guess that's because I associate advertisements with tracking. Note that it's this dream that was a nightmare, not the first dream with gun violence.