(I must have been on a Sci-fi TV show dream kick or something...)
In my dream I was Scully and I had to find Mulder. I experienced a whirlwind of different people and places looking for him. He kept contacting me, calling for help. He was eventually found being held captive in a dismal basement/sewer cell. A psychologist was supposedly providing him with 'care'.
I busted him out and we went to a hotel. The town where the hotel was had weird bulbous, crumbly buildings. There was a shoot out on one of the porches in which I was involved. I had a really tiny gun (Noisy Cricket, perhaps?). We checked into the hotel where the shoot out occurred. The doors in the room would not close properly so Mulder found a different door and we were able to close that one. We discovered a baby in the bed.
As we were leaving we had to put foil over out heads so they wouldn't recognize us. We were accompanied by a small child.
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