It seems like every year I have one or two nights where I have some sort of horrifying and graphic nightmare that involves hostages, shooting, hiding, running, and general mass violence and killing. And they never ever make logical sense. Like when I was little I had a dream where my aunt and mom and I were in a jewish ghetto during WWII and were trying to escape the Nazi's. I mean, seriously, wtf? Lucky me, last night was one of my nights. I got to enjoy having a dream about Arab terrorists taking over Washington, DC (at least I think it was DC, it definitely could have been NYC too...). They had the city on lock down and where going through building by building shooting people and taking hostages. So somewhere along the lines Dan and I get ourselves armed with a load of firearms and run around with our friends (yes, we apparently had a group of friends with us) as we ran into a building and locked it down to keep the crazies out. Insanely graphic, insanely bloody, and really just insane. I really wonder wtf is wrong with my brain sometimes...