Dreams 13

So, the Gunslinger led Joe and I to this really dusty frontier town, and our objective was to get through the far gate of the town in order to continue our journey. There was an empty square by this gate (which was 30 ft. high and made out of evil looking wrought iron), and there was row upon row of wooden church pew-style benches that were filled with people trying to get through the gate. There was a dry fountain at the center of the square, and a tall man and a small goblin-like creature were in control of the bench-line. When they turned the light off, everyone stopped, and when they turned the light on, everyone moved really slow around to the next bench, repeating several ritual phrases in a monotone unison. Joe and I got about 2 benches from the front before the goblin shut it down for the night, and the one victorious group at the front got to camp right by the gate, and it was customary that they celebrate there so they went to gather some alcohol. Then I woke up.
We were wearing really sweet old west/futuristic guns by the way.