Bullets and Muggings?

last night I dreamt I stopped a volley of bullets long enough to get everyone else to safety, then got hit with a stinger thing and died (I ume cos it was nothingness) then tonight I got mugged and despite being twice the size of the mugger all I could do was lamely call "fire fire" It generally gets a better reaction, and when people I used to ociate with (the big burly guys who used to look out for me) looked they could not work out what was going on despite me being in a serious choke hold. When I get my pulse back below 400 I might go back to bed, anything please people, it is night terror season again I think. Oh yes I stopped the bullets with a yellow, very uncool motorcycle helmet I used to have donkeys years ago, does it fit into the picture???