You know that guy from
The War at Home or whatever it's called? He's a generic character in a lot of other things too. Yeah, I had a dream that he and two other guys (I can't remember the other two, unfortunately) kidnapped me, my friend, some random hot girl and young Ashley from Prince of Bel Air. They then kept us in a house for what I imagine was many years (one of the people got old....the kidnappees stayed young though. Weird.) Well, Dude from The War at Home was waving his gun in my face at the front door, then we wrestled and I shot him point blank and legged it. BUT! He was actually a demon (we already knew this somehow) and couldn't die. So he got up a few seconds later, picked up a double barrelled shotgun and came running after me. And boy can that bitch run. He caught up with me slightly after the first corner of the quite nice suburb we were on, I threw the gun at him and said he could have it and that I'd come back, but he decided to shoot me anyway. Bastard. So, he fires, but I don't get touched. Then he pulls out a revolver and empties it at me. Still nothing. He's standing yelling about how it's impossible that all these people keep getting in the way to save me (which I can't see - figments of his imagination. The imaginary thing that took the shotgun was an old lady who dived in the way. Random generic adults took the six revolver shots) and then I basically become an avenging angel and burnt that smurfer back to Hell. Then I go back into the house and beat the crap out of the other guy, who's actually an old man now and I still feel a little guilty for even now after I've woken up. Ah man....it was a wacky dream. And that's not even all of it.