As requested, the story of Cam and the Biker Gang.
One night, fairly early in our marriage, Cam had a dream. In this dream, he was defending me from a biker gang. I don't know. Maybe he'd seen too much Con Air. But in this dream, there was one particular biker who had a crowbar. When he went up against Cam, he threw the crowbar down, like "I'll take you mano a mano". Cam, thinking "what an idiot", went for the crowbar. The biker went for it as well, and it became a tug-of-war for the crowbar.
Now, this was in a dream. In reality, Cam had gotten a good grip on my pillow, and when dream-Cam tugged on the crowbar, real-Cam yanked my pillow out from under my head while I was sleeping. Talk about a kick.