Weird dream...okay, Randall Flagg (from Stephen King's The Stand) was crucifying people from a resistance movement on a ship down in Hyde Street Pier, and I was one of them. My friend Max, apparently one of our leaders, was going to die, so I escaped, swam to shore, and then wound up in my family's campground in Oregon pursued by a guard. Playing pool in the game room were my friends Jordan, Jack, and Sam (none of whom hang out often) and Jordan's neighbor and my classmate Mara (the most beautiful girl in the Bay Area) was standin guard. So I run in and tell them "They've got Max," and they all run off to get weapons. Then the guard comes after me, so I menace him with SAFETY SCISSORS OF DOOM until he falls into a lake, then nail him with a pool ball and he drowns. After that, my friends show up in trenchcoats (like I usually wear) with a SHITLOAD of weapons, Matrix-style. We all pile into Mara's van to go rescure Max and blow shit up...and then I wake up. FUCK.