shirenomad | And the bizarre dreams continue...

I was in a convenience store, when two punks run in with guns and rob the cash register. Then they decide that as a witness I'm too dangerous to live, so one of them shoots me and runs (though they leave the clerk along, oddly enough). Thing is, the bullet was either a really weak caliber (or I've just got thick skin) because it lodges in the area under my chin and stays there. So I spend the rest of the dream (most of which I don't remember clearly) walking around with a bullet in my skull.

Sadly enough, there were no hot women anywhere in this one.

Also sadly, I'm still exhausted, even though I actually got eight hours of sleep last night.