I had the weirdest dream right before I woke this morning. In all of my dreams last night I was traveling-by car, by train, on a boat even. This dream, I was driving and everywhere I stopped this man showed up. The first time he had a gun, and I was scared and ran away. The second time, he got out his gun and I wasn't scared, so he shot it into the air, and I was scared. The third time, he shot at me, and I got scared.

The fourth time he actually shot me in the shoulder. I sat there for a minute thinking, "Ow," then realized I wasn't injured at all. It had hurt but didn't even leave a mark. So I got out of my car, and walked over to him telling him that was quite enough of that, he couldn't hurt me, and to knock off the stupid tantrums.

Man, that felt good.