I had my first phijkchu-esque dream in a while, so I will share it here
I was back at home in my hometown, but my family wasn't there. Instead my home was filled with people who I'd describe more as allies than friends, because they were there since somehow I'd attracted the ire of a nutjob who breaks into peoples' homes and kills them while livestreaming from a gopro. he wasn't streaming then though so I guess it was personal. anyways the beginning of the dream was me just finding a weapon from the cache that some of the other guys had brought in, and I had my dad's revolver with me. it turned out to be the ideal choice because I spotted the guy breaking in through our garage door and I just blew his head off in one. he looked like a strung out crack dealer but he was wearing full tactical armor and kit minus the helmet
I heard him muttering angrily outside as he was trying to jam his hand through the broken window of our garage door and then I just camped that sightline
oh yeah I must've been at least partially lucid during it because I remembered being like "ah shit New York state law I gotta get rid of his body"
(it's technically still a felony if you act in self-defense, you're supposed to try and leave before fighting back)
I played it for about 102 hours over two playthroughs, one on Hard and the other on Mega+ (hardest difficulty) and then I cleaned up the rest of the side content for 100%