I had a dream last night that I was Britney Spears' ninja bodyguard. She had very tight security wherever she went. Even at the grocery store, there was a special platform put there for Britney Spears's protection; spikes would come out of the platform if you pressed buttons on a nearby panel. When a group of rival ninjas attacked, I managed to impale most of them with the spikes, but I did have to take out some of the leftovers by hand with my ninja martial arts skills.
When I woke up, my back hurt from raking leaves yesterday.
I went from kickass ninja to broken old man in a matter of seconds. Real life sucks.