Well, I had the strangest dream I've had in... a long time. I'm camping with these people I've never met before, and we have a pistol and assault rifle for no reason. First night, the generic male character dies after being attacked by this dog which I nailed with the pistol.

The second night comes, and after asking the camp director what's up, he says this guy was cursed for x reason and that he hunts down his prey with darts first before going into the site. He really didn't, becuase the next day, morning time, he and his dog walk right in the campsite. He didn't see me, but the dog sniffs me out. I shoot the bastard witht the assault rifle. Then the crazy guy sees me.

I jump out of the tent with the assault rifle shooted at him and shoot about three bursts. The bullets do nothing. They didn't even land on the ground next to him. I'm assuming they were blanks after all. Anyway, though, I threw the empty clip at him like it would do a damn thing and then get ready to beat the guy so I get in en garde fencing position. We clash empty guns once - then some how I get him on the ground and I have my foot on his neck.

I ask where the knife is, and the generic girl charcter, who is with us, tells me it's by my tent, so some how I reach over to it (at this point it's more than a few feet away) and start to sever this lamer's neck. I eventually slice through his head and throw it into the lake. I look back at him, his head had spawned back. I chop off his head again. It's back again. I wonder what kind of revenge this guy will get against me, if I'll ever be safe. At this point I began to slip theta and started waking up.

I really wish I could have had a way to kill that bastard. I really hate him.