"I had broken out of jail, and I had two guns and they wouldn't work. Then I went up to a car and had a paintball gun, and I started shooting the car, and the balls weren't breaking but they were leaving huge dents in the car.

I was in the forest, playing somebody in paintball, but I decided I wouldn't bring my gun. Then I saw Saddam Hussein running around with a paintball gun. I was chasing him, cause I wanted to catch him, and I caught up to him, but he started shooting me. I yelled for help, and the person I was playing shot him. Then the police came and took him away. I called my mom and was telling her about how I caught Saddam Hussein, and these girls next to me were telling me I was lame for calling my mom, and I'm like, 'I just caught Saddam Hussein! That's awesome, I don't care about you.'"

This whole dream is based off what I wrote on my crappy Palm Pilot after I woke up. I have completely forgotten it except the last part about the paintball gun, so the first part I have no idea if it's true or not.

Edit: The large second segment I'm not sure happened in this dream, but I remembered it today, and I had to put it somewhere. I don't know why I kept telling people I caught Saddam, he was shooting me until that person saved me.