I had a dream this morning that Operations from La Femme Nikita was trying to get me to dive into a visibly empty pool, though they claimed (and I could feel, when I walked across it) that it was filled with invisible blankets so I wouldn't kill myself. Everyone else was diving into the pool. Operations was so frustrated with me he was making throttling motions in my direction, and he hadn't yet decided he was going to kill me, although I knew that was the penalty for going against his orders. Regardless, I refused to dive into the pool. If I was going to die, it would not be because I voluntarily dove fifteen feet headfirst into concrete.
I certainly am wonderfully stubborn.
Having shared this with you all, I'm off to the fair trade shop. -scoots-