Dream: a television ad begins with a shot of Dennis Hopper walking out into a field, narrating to the camera. He says, “One day you might come face to face with a police officer and need to draw your gun.”

Music starts. It is similar to Proud to be an American, but the lyrics keep referring to things like “the swamps of Tennessee.” The last lyric is, “and you might become Frankenstein, and come back for more… and come back for more.”

Then I am in a courtyard holding a detonator. The dream takes on several endings as I apparently rewrite them. In one, the detonator doesn’t work. In one, it unleashes an explosion that only kills me.

Finally, I hear the music again … “and you might become Frankenstein, and … come … back … for … moooooooorrrrrrr!”

I release the detonator and a 20-megaton explosion destroys everything to the horizon.