Want to know what kind of dreams I’m having lately? Well, I say that, but this isn’t necessarily representative except that it was vivid and I can remember it well.
I shot up a gas station/convenience store with a rocket launcher. I don’t know why. When I left, I stole a brown BMW 5-series, ten years old or so, in which someone had left the keys. Then I got irritated because it was a diesel, so it wasn’t very quick. So I parked it another gas station somewhere and walked away.
Then (though I can’t recall the stunt at the gas station concerning me in the least), I began fretting about whether they’d dust for prints in a quickly-recovered and intact stolen car. Then I woke up.
I haven’t even been playing any Grand Theft Auto games lately.