The Nicest Robbery EVER

Dave seldom remembers his dreams (*or so he says*), but the other day, he reported this one to me. Now. Remember - I really believe that dreams tell us things about our psyches... So. I want you to judge for yourselves what kind of guy you think my husband is:

Dave's Dream:
Dave was driving behind a car through an alley. Behind Dave's car were about ten other cars. The lead car veered off the side of the road and crashed. The driver and his wife emerged from the car. The wife was screaming in anger. Dave and the people in the cars behind him immediately got out to help.

The driver, in the meantime, pulled a gun out, and held up the entire entorage (remember - they were trying to help him) for whatever cash they had. DAve said he slyly hid a 100 dollar bill he had with him.

Suddenly, when the gunman stood in front of Dave, he accidentally dropped the gun. Dave heroically retrieved it and now held the gunman and his wife hostage (Lord, I hope you, readers, are imagining a fascinating soundtrack to this post - like one by Danny Elfman) Anyway.

The wife was furious and began furiously screaming at her furiously embarassed husband... Dave felt so badly for the poor henpecked robber that he gave him five bucks, then solicited the rest of the would be robbery victims to kick in... just because he felt so badly for the henpecked husband.

Even in his dreams, Dave is nice... Maybe too nice.