The other night I had a nightmare that I was being attacked. As the bad guy maniacally approached me, I told him in no uncertain terms that he should rethink what he was about to do because I am a sexual assault advocate and I know how to get his derriere busted. Seriously, I'm in with the cops, I know the protocol, I will have his DNA booked into evidence and processing at the crime lab before he could say Jack Robinson.
I woke up panicked at first (anyone who has experienced a somnolent assault knows it is terrifying), but then I got to thinking about how funny my sleep-brain is for giving my assailant a lecture.
And then I got to thinking I may need a vacation.