Last night I had the following dream, feel free to psychoanalyze me in any way:

I'm in a grocery store, specifically the produce section, and I see two guys looking at watermelon. They appear to be gay, and when they see me looking at them they go beserk. They chase me for awhile, then start throwing various-sized blades at me. Some are small, like razor blades, others are large, like rotary saw blades with big spikes coming out of them. Luckily I have a sawed-off broom handle (much like the one I played duct-tape baseball with yesterday, hmm...) with which to defend myself. I manage to block away all of the blades and dash into the parking lot, only to be confronted by a bearded western-looking man with a small gun. By some stroke of fortune, I happen to have an identical gun in my pocket but instead of shooting him I grab his gun and take it apart, rendering it unusable. He is still chasing me, however, but by another stroke of luck a school bus pulls into the parking lot and a jump aboard. I have no idea where it is going, but there is a girl on the bus who looks familiar (from where I don't know) so I get off at her stop and go into her house. At this point I realize that a) it is some sort of holiday and her family is cooking a large dinner and b) my family lives next door. So of course, the logical thing happens. Her dad brings me a bunch of ceramic tiles and a tub of paste and tells me to caulk the tiles in the bathroom upstairs. At this point I wake up, very confused, because my alarm goes off telling me it is time to get ready for work. If only I did not have work this morning, who knows what sorts of crazy adventures I could've had remodeling the bathroom or riding strange buses around a fictitious suburb.