I had a dream last night. I was the captain of a spaceship of some sort at the end of a battle that it appears we were losing. A starship full of bad guys was approaching a planet they meant to destroy, and we realized the only way we could stop them was by ramming the enemy starship, destroying us both.

After our ship was evacutated, only three of us were left on the bridge. We were only slowly approaching the enemy ship, so we had time to contemplate the manner of our coming deaths. Having decided that we weren't interested in dying painfully in the vacuum of space, we tried to find out who had a firearm so we could take our own lives just before the impact.

My first office had a handgun, so we went to her quarters. We found the gun, a .45 automatic, but she had no ammo. I realized I had some .45 shells in my quarters, so I was heading over there to get some shells when I woke up.