Hit him again, Marge!

Last night I dreamed that bandits attacked a cabin I was in, but all the little old ladies from my old church came and fought them off for me. They boobytrapped the cabin so that when the guys opened a door, bowling balls came down on their heads -- but they also just straight-up kicked and punched. It was amazing.

Apparently the creature that has a mystic protective connection with my soul is a retired teacher with a perm.