I just had the most bad-ass dream ever.

[AztecWarrior]

I was in my house, along with the rest of the family. I go to my little brother's room for some reason. THERE IS A LION IN THE HALLWAY. SOME EVIL SPIRIT SUMMONED THEM! I enter the room quickly and slam the door. He is awake. The lion claws the door, nearly shattering it. I open and sprint by. Being the gun nut I am, I beeline for the safe. My other brother is trying to get one of the guns working. I grab a Glock 9mm and head outside, because there is a lion outside.

I think my mom was there, fist fighting it. I circle-strafe it while shooting in a duel straight out of the Crocodile Hunter. I killed it. Another one appeared. Repeat. He would try to claw me, but I'd backpedal and feed him two to the face.

In all I killed ten evil-spirit lions, then I ran out of ammo, but it didn't matter because the evil spirit was weak. It could only change our cat into a slightly larger version. It tried to attack me, BUT I PINNED THE FUCKER TO THE GROUND AND SNAPPED ITS NECK.

Then I went inside, triumphant. My dad was on the computer in the room with the safe, calmly browsing while this had happened. We heard a bigass jet coming down.

"That's the sound of a kamikaze. It's coming for us."

I rush outside of the house again, ready to beat the crap out of whatever's coming. There is the sound of an explosion, medium loudness. Then some evil wizard who I can't see tells me that he just nuked the entire area.

No flash, no shock wave, NOTHING. This was supposed to be directly above us, too.

I run back in the house, fearing radiation.

Then I woke up.