This is getting ridiculous.....
This is getting to be beyond a joke. I am currently exhausted, and have been short-tempered all day (no, my normal 'split-second-to-frothing-rage' isn't what I consider to be 'short-tempered'), I just want the dreams to feck off and let me sleep....
Those of you aren't familiar with Hanoi Jane, check Wiki on the topic.
I spent the dream explaining the whole circumstance of Hanoi Jane to Alec Baldwin. With a gun in my hand (standard police issue pistol, as per CSI). Why Alec Baldwin needed this to be explained to him, is beyond me. Why I had a pistol, given how much I hate guns, is equally beyond my understanding.
My confusion was compounded by the fact that when I was resting the trigger guard on the table behind me, the trigger was depressed by the edge of the table, firing the gun into the ground, right by my right foot. This is impossible, as the guard blocks the trigger. Even in the dream, this confused the hell out of me.
When I picked up the bullet from the carpet, it came apart. Millions of layers of metal formed the bullet, that was a whole solid unit, unless you pressed the side of the bullet, and the metal just shifted apart.
(This last part, I'm blaming on Integral Calculus, as that's one way to envision a volume)
The alarm woke me before it could become any more surreal.
My brain is a no-dream zone tonight. Or else someone is gonna pay....