Dream: I was working at 11 AM. Someone walked in with a gun, told me to open the till. I said the till couldn't be opened unless something was scanned into the computer next to it, so could he grab a can of drink, I'll scan it and then he can have the cash in the till. He got a can, passed it to me, I threw it at his head, knocked him out and tied him up, and he got arrested. The slapstick notion of it was wonderful, but everyone told me in the dream I was stupid for it. Admittedly, I was, but the image of some guy being knocked out by a can of cream soda amuses me.
And my last statement of 2003 on LJ, seeing I leave for Nan's in minutes: I hope everyone has a wonderful new year. Take care of yourselves, people.