Shot in the head

I just had the oddest dream that I feel like writing down because I know I will forget it otherwise.

I was attending a political meeting, together with top politicians from all over the world. Oddly enough my parents were there too, and this meeting was held at a junior high school.
The Russian president either to step out or he changed seats with me, because for some reason I was sitting in his seat.
Suddenly, I don't know, I became aware that there was an assassin somewhere in the room. A sniper with a rifle. And he was after the Russian president, and since I was sitting in his seat I became the target. In an attempt to shield myself I burrowed into the people that were sitting around me so that he wouldn't hit my vital body parts. However, he still managed to shoot me twice in the back of the head.
I just remember feeling a slight, stabbing pain, like a headache, other than that I was lucid and talking like normal. I was explaining to the people in the room that I had been shot twice in the head, and that I needed medical attention. Everybody kept assuring me that I would be taken care of, but the meeting still continued so I suppose any medical attention would have to wait for the meeting to end.
I started looking around for the assassin and when I looked up towards the ceiling I noticed four vents located high on the wall. Behind one of them I could make out a rifle and the outline of a man. Clearly this was the sniper that had shot me. He was just calmly hanging around.
I leaned over to my dad and whispered to him "I found the sniper. He's behind the third vent up on the wall. Look!"
My dad barely reacted. He just calmly said something like "Yes, I see".
It was all a remarkably subdued affair. The fact that I had been shot in the head twice was given no more attention than a hornet buzzing around the classroom would have. Yes it was a problem, but nothing that stopped the meeting from continuing. And absolutely no one bothered to go after the assassin, even though there were other presidents and top politicians in the room.
The meeting carried on with me feebly pointing out that maybe an ambulance was a good idea. Although I was feeling fine. Just slightly uncomfortable.
Then after the meeting there was another meeting for pregnant mothers, held in the same school. At this meeting, parents got to find out their unborn babies' IQ as well as 5 personality traits that the baby already possessed, even though it hadn't even been born yet. All you did was enter some information in a computer program and wham...the computer spat out a neat row of personality traits. These personality traits could be things like:
"Cheerful
Neat
Hot headed
Slow
Good cook"

For anyone who has ever played Sims 3, they will know that this is exactly how you choose your Sims' personality traits when you create them.
Because I still had the bullets in my head I had a hard time focusing on my computer screen, but I think my unborn baby had traits such as "Stubborn" and "Genius", and that's all I could remember. The IQ was high but again, I was too out of it because of my gunshot wounds that I couldn't remember.

Eventually I think I staggered off and finally got treated for my wounds. It was no big deal. I was out of the hospital in no time. The next day I was walking around like normal, and trying to tell people what had happened, and getting no reaction at all.
"You know that Russian president shooting"?
"Yeah"
"That was me, I was the one who got shot instead."
"Oh."

I kept trying to find a way to access that computer program again to find out for sure my baby's personality traits and IQ, by searching on Google, but I couldn't find it.

At this point I woke up.

Quite an eventful night.
The latter part of the dream is pretty obvious, I'm curious about what my baby will be like, and apparently intelligence must be something I would value because why else would IQ and genius be a part of it. The fact that the list of personality traits looked so much like it does in the Sims 3 tells me I have been playing it too much.

The first part of the dream about me taking two slugs for the Russian president remains a mystery though. The part about me not getting medical treatment and no one taking my getting shot seriously must mean that I feel I'm not receiving attention or care when it comes to some problem I'm having.

Dreams are cool, as long as they're not nightmares. As odd as this one sounds it wasn't a nightmare, even though the feeling of walking around with two bullets in my head wasn't exactly pleasant.