In this very strange dream, I was a lawyer. But, I was not a typical lawyer. I was something more like a law school professor, and I was in a rather large room full of lawyers, maybe some kind of lawyer convention.
All the the rest of the lawyers were very chic in their appearance, and I fit in about like Jack Black would at a convention of super-models. I was trying to “lay low,” but it was difficult.
Suddenly, someone started giving away books. I really needed them for my (professorial?) work, but I was having difficult competing for them. In the end, I got a few but needed more.
Then things became truly weird. Someone started giving away guns, mostly rifles. I decided to try to get my share of those, too, but that was even more difficult. And, I was not sure why I wanted a rifle. I think, really, I was just competing because the others were.