Dreaming of Code Pink

I would like to tell you about a dream I had. First, though, you must solemnly swear this oath, "I (insert full name) do solemnly swear that I will not reveal this dream in a court of law should Kristina ever actually do this." Okay, now I can tell you my dream.

Gary was deployed. The boys and I were going somewhere to file some military paperwork. We were downtown. (I'm not sure why we were downtown. The base would be much more logical, but dreams aren't logical.) For some reason, Code Pink is picketing the place we are going. I am trying to get through the line of picketers with my 11 year old, 8 year old, and 5 year old sons. There are people chanting, "Baby killers. Baby killers." One of the Code Pink men spits on me. So, I hauled off and punched him. He, of course, fell down. So, I proceeded to beat the tar out of him.

Now, I'm not a violent person. But, really Code Pink ticks me off royally. This was such a wonderful dream that, when I'm feeling a bit depressed, I daydream it. It just makes me feel so much better! But, I know this situation would not end well. Even if I just socked the guy, I would probably be arrested. They would take my kids... So, this is not likely to happen... Unless, I'm alone.....