Last night, I dreamed that an armed gunman broke into our house while my husband was out of town and held The Dormouse and I hostage for two days. We spent the entire time cowering in the corner of her room until, inexplicably, he decided to take a nap on our bed. While he was sleeping, I managed to sneak in, take one of the two handguns he was sleeping with, and shoot him while he was sleeping.
In the head.
Because that's all the bullets there were in the gun.
Why can't I just have sex dreams about Danny Bonaduce like other bloggers?