I was born in the year of the Tiger.  That's good because I have a strong affinity for cats.  The other night I dreamt about lion cubs, I actually became one of them briefly.  This guy held a gun to my face at point blank range and pulled the trigger.  The cartridge was empty, so I turned tail and ran.  I felt compelled to run all fours.  That wasn't going to work out to well for me, so I stuck to the standard two feet method.  But my pursuer was gaining ground.  That's when I attempted this tumbling manuever, going down head over heels, that wasn't working because I apparently wasn't doing it right.  So then I watched that lion cubs "tuck and roll" so I found myself as one of them.... I wasn't doing any better, but I got away.  It all started back at this crash pad I was squatting in.  Someone had broken in and began stealing my things, the day before I planned to move out.  I tried to stop him, but he had friends which led to me running and being persued until the gun was in my face.