I had a vivid dream the other night. I was looking at a map of a small city, and discussing a political scandal with someone off-screen. Yes, I dream in movie shots. I blame my childhood nanny: Zenith.

The scandal involved two judges on the local supreme court. The judges had been criminally negligent in their duties while hearing an important case. Each night, after courtroom deliberations, the judges would go to a pub where they drank the night away while discussing the case. The scandal emerged when someone taped their conversations. The tapes revealed that the judges were completely ignorant of the evidence and facts of the case, but were ready to pass judgment anyway.

On the map I could see two dots (the judges) moving as if they were being tracked by some all-seeing eye. They were stumbling home from the pub, and I could hear them talking. More dots appeared, and moved to intercept the judges. These dots were federal agents. As the two sets of dots converged on the map, I was transported into the scene on the street.

The judges had disappeared, and I was alone with the agents. All of them were armed with sub-machine guns.

A derelict brick building - an old mill – stood across the cobblestone street from us. Planks of wood secured the only door into the mill. Something moved behind them in the darkness.

The wood was torn aside by a man in some sort of odd, red and black uniform as he emerged from the doorway. He was not alone. More armed men in uniform, poured from the door and fired on the agents. Under fire, I grabbed for a gun dropped by a fallen agent. As the agents and I shot into the group of attackers, several huge gorillas charged out of the building, and joined the melee. The more we fired, the more beasts appeared. Our weapons were over-heating and jamming. There were dozens of them; We were quickly outnumbered.

The gorillas were on us. One rushed toward me roaring, its maw filled with fangs; I felt its breath. The thing’s black eyes were intelligent, and furious - hateful. I had already dropped my first gun, and picked-up a second. It was already jammed. The agents were being torn to pieces. Then, I woke up.

I wish I could wake-up again.

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