So, I was dreaming that I was at the beach or something. I owned a grey jeep thing. I was walking back and I see this surfer dude with longish blonde hair and a tiny pair of scissors in the ignition and a thing for change or something in the middle between the two seats. I figured he just used those instead or keys. It was easier since he could use them for most things./ or i thought that he just had a cool pair of keys made up. I don't know why I thought I shared the car, like it might've been a public car or something. I didn't think he was trying to steal it until I saw him taking all the change out. There was a lot. At first I actually thought he was just taking a little out to pay for stuff but then he kept going. Suddenly I pull out a handgun, point it at his head and exclaim that it's loaded and he'd better put everything down and step out of the vehicle. He says to drop my weapon. I don't, he's no threat now. I may take a shot at something past him to show him I'm not playing. He hurriedly drops everything, empties his pockets and gets out. That's pretty much it. Maybe this is why I don't go to the beach.