I had a weird dream last night that is still on my mind...
It takes place at the first home I ever bought, before I got married and had my kids. But in the dream, I have my wife and kids with me, even though they weren't a part of my life at the time I was living at this house. That's the first "weird" thing. Anyway, there's a little traffic jam in the street out in front of my house, and some asshole down the street decides he can't wait for the tiny snarl to clear. So he guns it a few houses down and cuts across the lawns of my neighbors at high speed. As he flies in front of my porch, where I'm reclining watching the traffic jam, my son runs out of the front door and past me. Instantly, he becomes part of the grille of this asshole's car. Mind-numbed into shock, I chase after the car and somehow get it to stop (more "weird"), and pull the asshole from behind the wheel through the car window. I proceed to beat him to a bloody pulp, all the while yelling at him that he killed my son (even more "weird"). Then I shot him several times in the face at point-blank range (weirdest yet). I don't know where the gun came from, cuz I don't even own one. Then I walked to the front of his car and saw my dead son. At this point in the dream, I woke up. I got out of bed and got ready to go to work this morning. Fucked up, man...