This morning’s Dream Theatre:
I was visiting Queen Elizabeth and she sent me on a road trip with a hit man. We had driven out of London, out to the smaller towns and we were out looking at some ancient architecture or archaeology. At one point, I turned around and he was standing across the way, behind me, also a little above me as if he was standing on a low wall, with his gun pointed right at my head. I looked right down the barrel. I ducked and covered and willed myself to wake-up before he had time to take the shot.