I don't know what the deal is but I've never been one to have crazy dreams. If anything I'm that person that can't even remember their dreams at all. Which makes it all the more strange that I very clearly recall rappelling down the side of a building, upside down, shooting at some faceless assailants. Or just two nights ago bashing zombies heads in with a cast-iron skillet. Very graphic and very violent. I only have one possible explanation....testosterone!
I'm putting it on record that after my ninja dream last night we will be having a boy...a jumping, kicking, crazy (like Mr. Awesome) boy. I'm about 90% sure.