I had a dream that I was in a conference room, trying to convince everyone that my great plan for world domination would work, only I never got any of it out because England kept talking over me. The only other audience was about three dozen identical black-suited somethings wearing kabuki masks. They didn't say anything, just made a constant sound like the wind in dry reeds. I got really mad that I couldn't say anything, so I pushed England over onto the table and he went really limp and blood pooled around his head, but he kept breathing normally. "You killed me," he says, and then we're in hell (and changing tense apparently), which is either really dark and quiet or really ...idk, loud or something, but like an Iron Maiden poster. And Michael Jackson's disembodied voice is trying to convince me of something, and I just can't understand it, whatever it is. And I'm at a party, trying to tell Charles that I know how to play Mushi on the guitar, even though I know I don't. England is facedown in the punch, which I tell everyone is fine, because it's non-alcoholic, unless blood and kool-aid make alcohol. No one seems quite as okay with this as I am. And then I'm back in the conference room, and there's blood on the table, but now it's just me and the kabuki-people, and all I can hear is the wind, and I think, "I really have to pee."
:| I guess what I'm trying to say is 'yeah, I get the weird dream thing.' At least yours made some sense.