I had a dream that there was this vast landscape of candles that represented each person who would be at the Olympics. It was thousands or millions of candles lit up at night and it was beautiful but an environmental travesty. I railed against it – mostly to my dad – and decided I wasn’t going to take it sitting down. I started wading through a crowd to get back to my truck (!) and the crowd realizing that I was going to denounce the Olympics in public started to try to grab me. I had some kind of impromptu weapon on hand like a acetylene torch or a bug sprayer or some such and I started shooting people in the face with it.