I was like the king of some far away land. And for some odd reason (as most dreams would do) I was faced with the problem of people slapping me in the face and then running away.
Luckily, I was armed with axes. Not small axes. But not battle axes. Like medium sized axes.
These fools would slap me and then run away. I would then attempt to chuck these medium sized axes. They would wobble in midair and totally miss the target.
I eventually got sick of this, so I took off my golden crowd and threw it like a frisbee. It nailed this slapper in the head and knocked him out. I then walked over and punched him in the face.
I just can’t wait to be king.