Smackdown at a Marsh function

Last night I dreamt that I was at a massive formal Marsh awards function. Marsh is a company that I used to work for, that has since disolved my old group/department.

For unknown reasons, Chad Walter (AKA Evil Chad) and Brian Showers decided to hold up the function, to steal their wallets and the awards pulp fiction style. They only had one gun, which Chad had, and I couldn't help notice that they were making silly mistakes - turning their backs on people and not counting who had put their money in the garbage bags.

So I jumped Chad, and grabbed his gun. Somebody used the opportunity to call the police and I somehow escorted them out of the building. They were arrested as soon as they walked out of the building, and that was that.

When I walked back in, everybody was very grateful, but afraid for my life. "Dude, when they get out, they're gonna smoke you," said Ken. "I have a friend that you can hire to get them first, once they get out. I'll help you raise the cash from the folks here who would have lost their money otherwise... we should totally have them killed."

"Well, that's a nice offer Ken," I responded, "but I'm not interested. Everything will be fine." The crowd around me errupted, talking about how dead I am.

A few days later, I see Chad at a party and he's furious with me. You know, the way he gets, when his eyes light up and he's ready to scream. I walk up and give him a hug, before he can do anything, and I tell him that I'm sorry for everything. He says that he's sorry too, and that everything is under the bridge.

Then this woman, who isn't his real wife in real life but I believe is is wife in the dream, decides that she's going to kill me instead. She runs up to me and tries to attack me, bare handed, but Chad draws his gun and everybody flips out. Chad tells her to stop it, relax, and that everything is over.

Dude, this reminds me that I never paid Brian Showers for Will's Bachelor party night. Does somebody have his paypal email address?