In a dream, a guy had snapped.
He began firing a gun at me.
A table stood between us.
I pushed the table into him.
Bullets whizzed past me.
A bystander was shot to death.
A woman to my right was unharmed.
Somebody finally shot the shooter.
It might have been me.
The police arrived to investigate.
I felt they thought I was a murderer.
Then I woke up and wondered how
the hell I had such a crazy dream.

Bob Boyd