Nicotine Patch Dream

I had slept with a nicotine patch on and had a most strange dream. A fantasy baseball computer game that I play had been transformed into an outside game resembling horseshoes. Surveying the game, two teenage thugs come up to me and whoever I was with and began to talk trash. I played along and made light of it until they pulled a gun and hid behind a disc golf tee. At this point, I also had a gun, a .22 caliber handgun. I shot one of the thugs and upon noticing this I ran home and began to lock all the doors. Naturally, the two thugs had followed me home and were trying to get in not a second after I locked each door. They tried the garage but were deterred by the fact that I lit a fire there using gasoline from the lawnmower. Up stairs, then, to the second story window in my childhood room, I called 911 only to have it be answered by one of the thugs. I tried this several times only to have the same result. The police arrived anyway and began to arrest the thugs on the deck. I held one down. Then a period of reality came over me, knowing that the police were now involved, they'd surely wonder why I was walking around with a gun and even question the legality of me shooting the thug.

I lamented this, in my dream, until someone from my wife's college approached me with an application for employment for janitorial services. I thought my existing career in social work would surely be done with if I was charged with anything serious. The man asked me how much I made and I replied "34,000 a year". He said janitorial services "start at 60,000" and I was immediately happy.