I just had a violent dream.
I woke up at night and thought there might be someone in the apartment. I looked out the window and sure enough, a search was going on. My downstairs neighbor (who was also a childhood Biology teacher) agreed to come up and help me search my apartment. She had a small pen knife in her hand. Inspired by that, I drew my bread knife out of the box. We went around opening doors and checking behind curtains. As we turned back, satisfied, the fridge door swung open, and there was a man, holding a gun. I coolly buried my knife in his neck. (This is seriously cool for me, I never get to do anything/come out alive in such dreams!)
Then I woke up for real, and called hubby.
Me: "I had a horrible dream, and now I'm scared to go out."
A: "What did you dream of?"
So I give him the details, ending heroically with my knife in the murderer's neck.
A (shocked) : "Purplesque!!!"
Yep, thats my husband.
Me (a little petulant) : "He would have killed me!"
A (doubtful) : "Well, I guess its okay if its self-defense."
Then he stayed on the phone with me while I checked all the closets, behind bathroom curtains, (even under the bed). I'm not afraid any more, but I do feel a little bit like a murderer.