It started out with my walking down the street, miming shooting people with an M1903 rifle, even going through the motions of reloading. Then I got in my car and drove out deep into eastern San Diego county, out in the middle of nowhere, ending up at an amusement park that looked a bit like Marineland. After listening to a lecture by Joan Embery, she got annoyed with me for asking when the Shamu show started. Then some kind of battle started between park employees and environmental activists. I suggested that if we shot the killer whales, then the activists would give up and go away. I then started trying to figure out if a .30-06 would kill a whale.
And then a noise woke me up. It sounded like there was someone in my bedroom, but my eyes were stuck together and I couldn't open them. (This actually happens to me fairly often, I have to put some lubricant drops in my eyes, otherwise if I try to force them open, it can cause another corneal erosion.) I couldn't get my eyes to unstick without applying eye drops, which would make it obvious to whoever was in the room that I was awake, so I couldn't try to catch them off guard.
And then I woke up for real.