My dreams are infrequent, but when they make appearances, they sure do bring down the house. My latest:

I'm making a movie, starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. I dunno whether I'm the director, a crewmember, or an actor, but I'm there. My girlfriend is there too, whoever she may be. It'd be nice if I could remember who she was, because not being single sounds like a very nice idea to me right now.

So anyway, for some reason, Arnie starts hitting on my girlfriend. No big deal, I trust her. I ignore it. After a while, though, it starts to get out of hand. I try to stay calm. Suddenly, I notice the musclebound lunkhead reach out and fondle her breast. She jumps back with a look of horror on her face, and I snap.

I grab a baseball bat lying near my feet, run at Arnold screaming furiously, and smash him right in the knee with every ounce of strength in my body. There's a satisfying crack! as his knee gives way, and The Terminator lets out a feminine scream as he falls to the ground, writhing in agony.

Then I woke up. Smiling. Odd, because I'm not usually violent at all. Oh well.