A Good Day...and Another Weird Dream

I went to the gun show today with my brother. Those who know me are probably going: "You did WHAT?!"No, I haven't completely lost my marbles (not yet, at any rate) and I actually had a pretty good time. I discovered that I do NOT like the feel of sub-compacts, and there are couple of types that I do like. Can't recall what they were, but I could ask my brother. Afterwards we went for lunch, and came home. This evening I'm going over to CJ's for swimming and movies. So all in all, a good Sunday.
So I had yet another weird dream, however I have no idea where the ideas in it came from. What I recall is that..a terrorist, but not terrorist, because I was a part of it, kind of, or at least I knew of the plot, blew up a building. We (me and someone else, no idea who) were actually right next to the building when the bomb went off. I ran, knowing as I did that there was no way I would be out of range when the building came down. So instead I ran into another building, where there were a bunch of bad guys, and I, along with some other people, kicked their butts, before they tried to kill us. End of dream. Actually, now that I think about it, I have a sneaking suspicion I know where at least part of it came from...