[Stingy Jack]

Something about my dreams that impresses me is how resourceful I can be in them. I remember one nightmare I had where my wife and I were being stalked by a scissor-weilding killer. He had long, greasy hair that hung in his face, was unshaven, and decked out in a pale plaid shirt, jeans, and work boots.

He managed to get my wife to the ground, and was about to kill her. I looked around, searching for a weapon, but could only find a telephone. I unhooked the coiled wire that connects the handset to the cradle, and strangled the guy with it before he could kill my wife.

I woke up feeling quite proud that I was able to hold my own in that situation. :D