I drove my car down to the beach and got out. At the same time several kids coming back from prom got out of their car. Just then, a huge man in a beige trench coat approached me, slightly showed a silver gun stuck in his coat and said, "Lady get your kids off the beach, it's past curfew." I answered him, "I don't know them, I came by myself." He replied, pulling the gun all the way out of his coat, "Lady, I"m not telling you again, get those kids out of here." I just stood there and then he shoved the huge shiney gun into my left temple. "Unless you get out of here, you're dead." I thought to myself, "You don't know me, I'm always in so much pain, I'm not afraid to die." And then I woke up from the dream. The day before I had pulled my neck and shoulder again (on the left side) and was in excrutiating pain and had a horrible time finding a sleeping position that was comfortable. Having had FM since yearly childhood (I'm now 52) I've never known life any other way. I never had a "before FM". It's actually made me a happy and calm person. Unlike the average person, I'm not in constant fear of cancer, heart disease, stroke or anything else. I enjoy and at least try to appreciate each day one at a time no matter how much pain or misery I'm in. I'm lucky to have a loving and supportive husband and two wonderful children. I don't take life for granted and try to see FM as a small blessing that I can be free of fear.