Dream

So last night I had this dream that I was at the enemy's house, remote and isolated on a rise far out into the country. Big old square wood frame house. And the enemy was nowhere to be found, but he had stolen my Jeep, so I was marooned there and couldn't leave.

And I was wandering around inside the house, and it was quiet and still. There was an ancient computer sitting there on a desk, glowing green monitor, all sorts of similar but cryptic commands typed in at the command line, with error messages. Supposedly I had typed in these commands, though I didn't remember doing it.

Still no sign of my Jeep. Then the enemy appeared, an evil man with grey hair, and he slid to one side a bookcase which had been partially obscuring a door. And beyond the door was a hidden room, like a garage, and there on the far side was my Jeep. And the enemy was coming at me, and I pulled out a small penlight light saber, orange blade, a souvenir of this house; only it didn't really work, it was a toy casting a beam of orange light.

Then I ran to my Jeep, and lying on the passenger seat within was my real light saber. The enemy was running right at me. I swung my light saber at him, vvvhhhhhhhhmmmmmm! He didn't realize my light saber was for real until I cut off his left arm. Again I swung, vvvhhhhmmmmm, and I cut off his head. (He did look something like Count Dukoo, by the way.)

And then I stood there with my light saber with its red blade. I repeat, its red blade.