Ok so I had this really weird dream last night. Wil Wheaton, Bruce Willis and I decided to rob a casino in Las Vegas. Our weapons expert lived at the north end of the strip and informed us how we could make an explosive that would leave no traceable residue. The explosive was evaporated alka-seltzer and the catalyst was pop-rocks candy. It gets weirder. To activate it, we had to shoot the mixture with a bullet (?). So we managed to find the safe house that this casino used for it's cash-in-transit, and blew our way in with our unorthodox explosive. As we started to empty the safe, it started snowing outside (in Las Vegas??). The cash was in colour-coded military ammo boxes - the lower shelves had red and blue ammo boxes with the higher value bills in them, so those were the ones we emptied into our 4 duffel bags. When we'd finished, we noticed there were only 3 duffel bags, and as Bruce Willis and I had been the ones emptying the safe, we presumed Wil Wheaton was the guy who'd snaffled the fourth one. As we made our escape through the snow, we used a broom to sweep the walkway after us so we'd leave no footprints, and we went back to our normal lives. Bruce Willis ran a limo service, Wil Wheaton was a down-and-out living in a $20-a-month room, and I was just me. Eventually we informed the FBI and CIA and framed Wheaton. When it became clear to him on the day of his arrest that he was never going to see daylight again, he rolled and told us where we could find the fourth duffel bag. And then my alarm went off and I woke up.

Like I said - weird.

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