5 midgets, dressed as ninjas wearing fencing masks. They’re lined up in front of me, ready to battle. Lucky for me, I’ve got a semi-automatic crossbow and squeeze off 4 bolts to puncture 4 of their midget-ninja hearts. This leaves one. And I realize that there is no way I can lose. So I pop it once in the knee. Then once in the groin. The antagonist falls. The crowd (yes, there seems to be a number of Ren-Festicled onlookers) goes wild, cheering for the midget-ninja menace has been exterminated. I’m awake. I’m sweating. Do they make semi-automatic crossbows?

And then I think – I really just dreamed that. Damn it’s good to be me.