The tail end of a dream: I was in a 30's-style mafia, complete with oversized brown coat and fedora. Me and another fellow were ransacking a rival gangmember's apartment, throwing stuff around to teach him a lesson. I had with me a little pen-shaped gun; when I pressed the top, a shower of small bullets sprayed out. I used it in his pantry to tear up a bunch of documents and some food. Fear gripped me immediately, as it was just loud enough to wake up one of the neighbors, a middle-aged woman who came out in the hall and started to shout. We raced out of there, my friend down the elevator and I down the stairs. I could hear her screams for the police receding in the background as I leaped down whole flights at a time. When I reached the bottom, ten floors down, I panicked as I didn't know which way to turn. I chose right, and of course walked directly into the detective as he was entering the building. They grabbed both me and my friend. I woke up with my heart still beating strong.

posted by Larry at 8:00 AM