Had another dream last night.
This one started out on a desert island, with vague undertones of Gilligan's Island. Don't ask why; I don't know. It's not like I've watched Gilligan's Island in, like, the last twenty years or so. Maybe it's a Lost thing.
But then it turned out that I had Learned Too Much about the Conspiracy. Goons promptly abducted me into the underground complex (on the island, so it probably is a Lost thing).
At this point in the dream, things were going pretty badly. We were definitely heading into nightmare territory here. Jackbooted thugs were escorting me down metal-lined hallways, towards what I was sure would be a bare cell where I would be interrogated by Men in Black prior to my inevitable termination.
There was even a creepy Goon Sergeant in aviator sunglasses, smoking a cigar and gripping my upper arm as he dragged me along.
I was beginning to really worry.
Then, for some reason, the Sergeant dropped me off in a room full of soldiers, and went off, probably to fill out paperwork or get better orders.
The soldiers tried to talk to me. "So you're The Guy Who Knows Too Much, huh?"
At first I was too freaked out to talk back to them.
But then I got to thinking: Somebody must have seriously screwed this one up. You're never supposed to leave The Guy Who Knows Too Much unattended in a roomful of people.
Suddenly, this wasn't looking so much like a nightmare after all.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm That Guy. So, how do you feel about the fact that you're all going to die?"
Because when you leave The Guy Who Knows Too Much unattended in a room full of people, you have to kill them all, too. Because what if The Guy--me, in this case--tells them what he knows? Worse, what if what he knows brings them over to his side? It can get really messy. That's why a good Conspiracy will take That Guy--me--and put him all alone in a cell until the MIBs can show up to interrogate and terminate him.
Clearly, someone had screwed up bigtime.
Anyway, before I could develop my theme of "you chumps are all doomed, just for being in the same room with me, and how do you like that, huh?", the Sergeant came back to ask me some questions for his paperwork. He was interrupted by the soldiers in the room, who wanted to know more about my "you're all going to die" prediction.
Then I woke up.
Still, not too bad. I like finishing a dream on a positive note, and I think this one worked out pretty well. Instead of a nightmare of bare cells, torture, Men In Black, and termination, I was in the process of exploiting their incompetence to subvert their goons and make good my escape.
I wonder what it was I knew too much about?
Probably that thing with the shovel.