Last night's dream finally made it into the Law&Order universe. I had a dream about SVU!
Elliot and I are on a stakeout. Not sure where Olivia is, but she called to say she'd be late. So the stakeout is in some opera house. We're on the top tier. A shot rings out. Oh noez, Elliot is shot! (yeah, I said "noez". Big whoop, wanna fight about it?) I have no idea how to treat a gun wound. Apparently that's not covered in police detective training. I look around thinking someone will come and save us. Someone does. It's Olivia. "Crap!" I think, "Just when we had our alone time." Although I'm quite sure how alone time would work with a gunshot wound, but I digress.
I'm not really sure what happened after that. I had trouble sleeping last night. Might've had something to do with hitting my head on the couch earlier in the day. Or the time change. Yeah, we'll go with that.