scary-ish dream concerning death, I think.

I was with three friends We all had vehicles. I had my newly bought red SUV. I was sick. I was tired. I was dying. We three decided to take poison to die together. We took the poison and went to a hospital and lied down in beds to die.

It was a sad affair and our friends came to mourn over us as we lay dying. We closed our eyes and slept expecting to never wake again, but we didn't die. We woke up later , weakened, still dying apparently. We wandered  out to a church like building across the street corner. We went in and there were children in service, like a school service. I was carrying a pistol and extra ammo, concealed as I sometimes do.

We wandered downstairs and there was a museum like area that was unoccupied and possibly under construction. It looked like an exhibit of White House interior. I stepped onto a loose floor board and almost fell.