Wanna hear about a dream I had? This description of the dream is taken from an email. I wrote it as soon as I woke up from it, so I wouldn’t forget what had happened. Here’s the “transcript”:

Holy [expletive deleted], I had a nasty dream last night. In the dream I was with [my “housemate”, roommate, whatever] and a couple other people around our age, whom I don't know in real life. Anyway, somehow (I don't remember the early part of the dream) we had seen something that we weren't supposed to, and these men were trying to "correct" that (with guns, if you get my meaning). So there was lots of running around and terrified hiding going on, and one person and their little boy got shot and killed by these guys.

So anyway, near the end of the dream, these other people came in, some women among them, asking us to come out, they won't kill us. [my roommate] trusted them, I think because [her five-year-old son] was there too, so we all piled into cars and went with these women.

They stuck this little metal lump onto my shoulder, which they said would time-release some kind of drug that would make me sleepy. I told this one woman why we hid, that we never even saw anything, but we just didn't want to die. Those guys were shooting first and not bothering to ask questions. I went on to tell her that I still couldn't trust her at all, and that I was still terrified of what they might do to us. She told me (I don't remember exactly how she said it) that the final decision wouldn't be up to her or her colleagues, that they would have to follow orders.

So we end up looking up at this huge monitor [by “huge”, I mean huge...in the dream it was about the size of a drive-in movie screen]. This little square fills with color, then has my name in it. It rotates and empties the color into this HUGE amorphous shape on the screen. It rotates again, displaying some words [some in English, some in other languages, and some in characters that I didn’t even recognize as letters]. Finally I see the words "VIOLENCE DIRECTIVE" in the square, and the woman (captor) sitting next to me shudders. At this point I understand that her superiors, whoever or whatever they are, have just sentenced all of us to death. That's when I woke up.

Mike’s apt reply was “no more ‘Hammer Smashed Face’ and RESERVOIR DOGS before naptime, little Markie.”