I had a weird dream this morning before waking up. I was in a taxi with Julian and Charlotte, and we were talking about what would happen if I shot Julian's finger with a pistol while we were in the cab. We all agreed that at that range it would blow Julian's whole hand off - it was her right hand and she was obligingly holding it up for me to shoot at, palm out - and then I would be dismembered by Charlotte, painfully and slowly. The taxi was a big blue van of the sort that's common here in Bristol, though it looked as if we were driving through the countryside, and the seating arrangement - I was in the front next to the driver, Julian was in the back and Charlotte was behind her on the tip-down seats in the boot - and the fact that none of us was wearing seat belts, suggest it could possibly have been one of my old Indian works cabs.
Just in case anyone was wondering, I've never even met Julian or Charlotte, never so much as held a pistol, and it's months since I was even in a taxi. Oh, and Charlotte had blond hair for some reason, but it was definitely her.
Very strange.