Dream: I am in an old west movie with John Wayne as part of a posse of good guys tasked with protecting an insane woman from a posse of bad guys until a marshal can arrive. The movie appears to be set in downtown Ada near my workplace.

Our first task is to place the woman on the roof across the street, then run a very long stretch of blue rope, which at times is a blue garden hose, down the block and back again, believing it will somehow protect the woman.

(In fact, this blue rope/hose is identical to the blue hose I recently bought for my air compressor.)

The two posse groups meet up to confront each other in a parking lot. One of my guys appears to have a number of sidearms on him, so I ask him if I can borrow his solid gold .380. He gives it to me, saying, “It ain’t loaded, so you can go ahead and cock it.” I cock the gun and threaten the men in the bad posse, so they leave.

I tell the kid with all the revolvers that the .380 has come a long way in 120 years, and he should see my modern one. We go to my car where I tell him, “modern .380 approaches the effectiveness of .357,” which I know is not true.