I had the craziest dream last night.  It was like a thriller-action movie.  I was in some large labratory- it looked like the CDC building in the Walking Dead.  I was locked inside by a mad man.  He wanted to blow up the place with me and my daughter inside it, infatuated with the idea of us being a family.  The doors were locked completely.  He had turned on a timer that would go off.  I believe we had like, 20 minutes left.  I was determined to break me and my daughter free.  I stood at a desk while the madman walked to the opposite side of the room configuring the bomb/timer.  Something told me to look inside the desk drawers.  It was a large tall wooden desk with three large compartments.  In the first compartment i found a large silver bullet.  In the next compartment i found a strap.  It was wrapped in tape.  I tried my best to unwrap it without making noise... i didn't want the madman to see or hear me going through the drawers.  Finally i loaded the bullet in the revolver.  I slowly moved towards the madman, told my daughter to stand by the desk,... hoping he wasn't suspecting i was about to hit him in the dome.  I got directly behind him, and shot him in the head.

Sure that he was dead, i ran to my daughter and we raced to the automated doors, trying to figure out how to unlock the lock feature.  My daughter unlocked something, and i noticed a small stream of spray gas coming out.  My heart dropped, realizing our captor had rigged the locks with poison gas.  Not only were we stuck inside, but we had activated the poison gas.  It was hopeless.  I hate watching those race-for-survival movies and it was the worst feeling experiencing myself in this dream as a victim.  Of course, i woke up before the bomb went off.  But still, it sucked.