Would you like some fruit with that murder?

I remembered two dreams last night. One silly and one scary.

In the first, we had an in-ground pool, and for some reason we took hundreds or oranges and threw them in it. When my mom came to visit, I proudly showed her the oranges floating on the water, some of which had expanded to the size of beach balls.

In my other dream, a young woman shakily held a loaded gun and pointed it at the head of a sleeping man. She pulled the trigger and then fell prostrate on the floor. He wasn’t dead, though, and grabbed her by the feet. Panicking, she struggled away from him. He moved toward her but then screamed and collapsed. (I say I dreamed this due to watching Bravo's The 100 Scariest Movie Moments).