Shot in the Back

1. Roast Beef

A restaurant. I and someone else enter. We would like to eat something.
We come from outside, this is a town I'm not familiar with and I have a feeling it is late already or it has been raining, and we finally found something. The place looks like an old hostel. First the entrance, then the man who opened the door, might not be in charge, but may be the head of staff on the floor, leads us one way, though there are two rooms. Right room (from the door this is the left room, but from the perspective of the dream on the right). Wood, curtains. Very rustique, maybe even candlelight and so on.
When we enter the establishment we keep standing while the waiter wants to give explanations on the menu, and we keep asking him details, me and the other one, maybe a woman.
In the meanwhile, I see on my left at the window a round table and people sitting there that I know. Some chairs are empty and people don't necessarily sit next to each other, but make conversation, so I suppose they are still waiting for others. I wonder whether we will be welcome and I think that in a minute I will ask them, but first we need to get the details of the menu right.
Among the people sitting there are Habe, opposit. And a guy from badminton, on the left, with his back to me. Niab is here too, he is on the right. At least two other people. They have meals already. These people are not connected in real life. 
So I watch them and try to figure out what they are having. In that way I can see if I want to eat here or not, because I have some reservations about the place. We don't really want to stay, but we stay anyway. Most people have the menu of the day, ossenhaas, or gebraad, but in different ways. But this particular meat that is served I don't want to eat, so I ask the waiter (kelner) whether he has pork, and this and that, but no. At a given moment, the badminton guy says, you can have steak. His roast beef is steak. But that is exactly what I don't want.
I've also seen that Niab has a large aubergine dish, and someone else too. Sliced aubergine, full of oil, very big, and between the slices is bacon, but when I ask the waiter says it is aubergine with anchovy. This means that between the slices there is anchovy with something else, maybe beans, at least it looks like runners with bacon. I don't feel like having aubergine, that is why I asked about alternatives. But in the end I have no choice and take this one.

2. Square in Passing

Before that. Square, sun. Unfamiliar town, I cross the square. I pass Grdr, who I had not expected here. Half of the square is pedestrian area. I notice that she is no longer pregnant (though I saw her yesterday, and she was full). This surprises me. Meanwhile she takes her eldest son to school. There is only the one kid. We don't say hello, but I recognize her. Then I see her whole family is sitting here. Outside, beergarden. On my right. I clearly see her father. And the youngest brother. When I pass them I have to greet, and I do.

3. Restaurant

Later. When I leave the restaurant, it is dark, night. This was one dream.

4. Shot in the Back

Somewhere unfamiliar, one big building, a little outside of town, stands alone, modern, glass. Security. I was meant to go here, but I am not allowed in when I arrive. Before the building is the parking lot, there I listen to the radio, Studio Brussel is playing.
Maybe I have been inside, maybe something about Dabe. Something about esoteric orders or secret societies.
Anyway, I arrive later. And this is the end of the dream. Two people guard the door. One of them steps up to me when he sees me coming. They are all dressed fine in a costume. He's got guns and shows it, he is very resolute. Then he drops one and continues. I go toward him, showing no fear.
No, he left the rifle and then left the place? But he still had another gun, long weapon, in his hands. He wants to shoot me but he is waiting for me to be armed. I go and get the rifle.
He only shoots when I return, turn, and take up the left rifle. That is when I get shot in the back, twice I think, lower back. It feels very real, so much so that I fear this might predict something that will happen in reality at some point in my life, since the feeling of losing my teeth eventually happened too, which is why, in hindsight, my dreams could construct this feeling as if it was real, that is, it remembered it from the future.I'm not dead, of course. This was the most lucid point in the dream.
Although that was the end of the dream, I am still sleepy, so I slip into another part and the story continues a bit.
I get inside, this is a secret order, there are two visitors. I know them, and they are here for the first time. At some later point I read a passage from a newspaper, the paper is old and yellow almost brown. I read this passage to them, because it is the only way I can help them. They don't know what they're in for. They think that what I read is a joke, but it is actually a text from the order itself. And I also hope that none of the officials hears it, because then I would be in trouble. On the page in the paper, I see about three ads that contain actual texts from the order.