Last night, I dreamt I was in some kind of commune with Alan Rickman in a poor dictatorship country in a middle of a country wide flood. At some point, I try to stab Rickman cause he's a psychopath (Hans Grubber, anyone?), but he ends up wearing a bullet-proof (and also knife proof apparently) vest. He remains strangely calm about it, choosing to just take the knife away from me and stabbing me in the neck with it. Of course, I wake up scared to death.

Later, I eventually go back to sleep and dream yet again. This time, I met Vince Vaughn who was going clubbing with a monkey. That's pretty much the only thing I can remember...

Analysis, anyone?