I had the weirdest dream the other night.

There was a lot more of it, but this is the bit that stuck.

The gun-barrel was being held to my forehead. I could feel the cold metal pushing into my skin, pushing my head back. Vivid doesn't quite describe it. I was gibbering incoherently, I think the words "no.. please no.." were in there somewhere amongst the frightened noises. And I still said "no.. please no.." as the trigger was pulled. I heard the clicking of the hammer in an empty chamber, again and again, praying that the next one didn't hold a bullet.

At precisely the same time, I was somebody else. I was standing, holding a gun to another person's head. But that person was myself. And the gun was a plastic toy. As I pulled the trigger, it made that cheap plastic clicking sound that toy guns make, and I thought "Hey, this is fun".

And this wasn't revisiting the same situation from two different angles, and it wasn't really holding a gun to my own head. I was two people, at the same time, in the one dream.

Maybe I should change my name to "Tyler"