This morning, while I was letting my alarm snooze (and thereby having it let me snooze), I had this awful and vivid dream, which only now do I start to forget (whereas normally I've have no idea that there had been a dream by the time I'm conscious that the alarm has gone off).

As best I can tell, I was stuck in a first-person shooter, except I could never find a decent weapon and the guns I did have wouldn't hit anything. Hmm, tautology alert: I was stuck in a first-person shooter. While being chased, I found a World War II rifle lying on the floor (like in those annoying competition games where stuff would just keep appearing out of thin air), and turned it on my pursuer only to find it unloaded. I tried to hit him with it but he kept dodging: I couldn't even club a guy with the fat end of a rifle.

Then the alarm went off again, and I woke up. Maybe I should lay off the Day of Defeat for a while...