"The suspect fled from the still running vehicle. I jumped out of my patrol car and my boots slammed against the pavement as I pushed my body to run faster and stronger. He turned a corner and I was determined not to let him evade me any longer. Despite the gear weighing me down, my speed picked up as I rounded the same corner. A brick building. That's when it happened. He had a black pistol aimed right at my chest. I instinctively reached for my gun. My training took over as I pulled it from the holster. Survival set in. He fired. Twice. I felt the bullets approach my vest. Right in the middle of my chest. Then I heard the sounds from the gun that fired them. And the sounds, the deafening noise, woke me up from my sleep." CA Cop was grinning as he told me his dream and why he had shot out of bed so quickly.
"Wow, hon, that sounds pretty intense." My eyes were wide. My hand rested over my lips. My mind searched for something to say. Is that okay? Does it mean anything that he had this dream? Is this normal?
"It was just strange that it seemed as if the gunshots are what woke me up."
.......He's still smiling........hours later.......I think he likes his new ability to run through scenarios even while he's sleeping.