Dental care

In a sort of prelude to the main dream, it seems that i am in germany, on a riverbank, then on a hill. my brother asks if i can see the building that he would be studying in (there is a large tower appearing above the other [gorgeous, european] buildings) — my response is something like "ja ja, I know, of course." (Because *I* had already been there and it no longer intrigues me).

Next I know, I'm at the bottom of a different, grassy, hill with a lot of people. We divide up tasks, maybe; Christy goes off to the stage to emcee a kids' art show of some kind. I, and everyone else that isn't a kid, divvy up the bows and arrows, then I climb to the top of the grassy hill and we commence the battle/game. It is me versus everyone at the bottom (so I have the "combat" advantage of higher ground). Everyone at the bottom is a woman, older than me, 30s, 40s. I'm able to (mortally?) "wound" a few, getting over-confident of my skills. I effortlessly dodge the stray arrows that come near me until I see one soar through the air, coming right at me now — I roll slightly (I'm laying on the ground in a nearly impossible-to-strike position) but cower and close my eyes, not sure if it will hit me. it plants itself in the ground right next to my torso, I feign pain and death; while everyone at the bottom cheers, I draw my arrow and hit my childhood dentist in the chest. She looks at it in shock, and then proceeds into a somewhat theatrical death. Her jacket is off, and I expect to see blood begin pouring out, but it never comes. The game is over. During the clean-up phase, one of the women (a knitter!) had come to the top and tried to impale me with an arrow from point-blank several times — I passively dodge until I realize "what the f&$#, that's not fair!" and exclaim something similar.

I return to the bottom, where we all get back together to laugh and watch the video of Christy on stage. Silly Christy! we seem to say.