I actually dreamt this. In the dream I awoke to find myself lying in a pool of blood, and no memory of who I was, or what had happened to me. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a large smily face mask for some reason. I attempted to remove it, sending a shock wave of pain though my head. I left it on. For all I knew, the mask was keeping my head from falling apart! I had a gun in a shoulder holster (beretta, gun fans) and a note scribbled on the inside of my wrist for a meeting the night before. No names, just a time and place. I set out to find out who had, to all intents and purposes, killed me.