Movie-inspired dream [journal]

I had this weird dream last night, it was a little like the Japanese film "Battle Royale," but weirder. My school had been split into teams while I was out (by accident) and given typical things to kill each other with. Each team had a captain, if you will, who is allowed to procure other weapons and equipment for his team members' use in the game from outside of the playing area, the captain's own real life money being the only object. Since I come into the game late, I am not on a team and must fight for myself. I see teams whose captains were so rich and had the right connections they wielded the most powerful of today's small arms, some teams' members carried rockets and grenades, some teams were so corrupt the captain was executing his men gangster-style. It was so terrifying that I felt lucky to wake up...

...but the thrill did not leave me. All the day I needed the comforting grip of something in my hand, ever wishing it were something with which I could waste a man's life before my eyes...I should abolish such thoughts, but I cannot hope to do so.