Crazy dream, last night.
Dreamed my daughter and I were on a road trip and I got tired. We stopped on the side of the road and I took a nap. It was the middle of the night and some guy comes outside with a shotgun. I'm looking dead at him as he shoots my car with a shotgun and pretends it was an accident. I let him know we're in the car and that I saw him. I tell him I'm calling the cops and that I'm a cop so my testimony is evidence or something like that. The guy decides he wants to kill us.
Of course, it being a dream, the car won't start. I grab my daughter and we run. Since the guy is older (probably 60), he can't keep up. We find a place to hide in the bushes near some rich people's house. They come outside and point a gun at us, too! I explain the situation and they tell me that the guy that wants to kill us is named Johnny Bascom (!?). While we're talking to them, the guy shows up and puts the shotgun to my head.
So I grab the barrel and knock the guy to the ground. He has a bunch of handguns hidden all over his body. I grab one, he goes for another. I throw each one away and I hold him to the ground and the police are on the way. Then, while I'm holding him on the ground, somebody else starts shooting at me from the darkness. I tell my daughter to go inside with the rich people and I'll catch up with her, later. I eventually kill the old guy and go inside to tell my kid everything is okay. She's dead, laying naked on the sofa with a horrible look on her face. I pick her up. My kid is lifeless but musters the strength to hug me and shed a tear before falling lifeless, again.
Then, I woke up. Been thinking about that, all day. Seemed so real.
