It started out rather ordinary. I was at a convention for old toys. I looked at various models of vampires and the like. Then, suddenly I was the great Mad Scientist and Son Of Ether Doc Cathode and I was talking to bazooka toting mutant hamsters. I began to tell them of a recent dream I had.
I told them I dreamed I was awakened by a rotting corpse with its hand around my throat. It skin was falling off in some places and too tight in others. It spoke to me. As it spoke, maggots rained from the corners of its smile. This is what it said
"You think nobody knows about your armies massing in the congo? You think nobody knows about the man you killed and dumped in the river? Fisher Price knows.
Then I woke up. The toy convention is standard dream fare with obvious meaning. Being a great Mad Scientist with fantastic knowledge and powers is also common in my dreams. The Bazooka Bionic Hamsters aren’t out there for me. But narrating a dream within a dream and a zombie sent by a manufacturer of toddler toys is weird.