I HATE Nightmares, man...

I had a horrible dream last night. It was like this; Ben was running (pretty fast, I might add) down this dirt road, and these sharp-shooter dudes in Slipknot masks were chasing after him in a black Corvet convertible. They were leaning out with their rifles aimed on him. It looked like he was gonna get away until he stepped in a pothole, fell, and broke his neck. Then, the assassins hopped out the vintage ride, and shot him 8 times. They shot my boy to pieces, as the Godfather Don Corleone would say. I woke up at 4 am and cried for about 45 minutes and I was soo scared and upset over it. I knew no one was planning to kill him, and I was sure he wasn't dead, but those things scare you.