The only dreams I ever have are probably born of frustration. They involve bullets that don't fit guns, punches that don't hurt, and all types of ever ineffectual violence. I'm not a violent man, but should I be? I rarely dream of sex anymore. That night (the 30th) I slept on a friends couch in Ohio. I'm from Michigan. I dreamed that I had to kill a man, but the wide variety of bullets I had were all the wrong size for the gun. I must be very angry about something, but I have no idea what.