Not the Mad Bomber

              I dreamed that N and I were being chased by a remote control car wielding mad bomber. We were sitting together in a car when I spotted someone using a remote control across the parking lot. I pulled out my gun (?) and fired twice at the person. A car just a couple of spaces closer suddenly pulled out and raced away. I immediately realized that I had shot the wrong person.
              I had N call the police and ambulance, and emptied my gun, watching the two empty shells bounce against the other four bullets on the leather seat next to me. I started preparing myself to surrender to the police, even though my instinct was to run for it. I was incredibly upset that I had actually shot an innocent person. N insisted that it was an accident, because they had a remote control, but in my heart I knew otherwise.
              As I woke, I wondered why I couldn't have missed like I usually do in dreams.