[Fathom Zero]

I had a dream last night where I opened up a giant, rusty vault door from like 1880's New York City. There were ghosts and monsters and stuff inside, like a haunted boiler room, only when you got lost, you couldn't find your way back out. But I did. Then Koreans were invading my city at night and I tried to run back home and one of them pointed his rifle at me. I cried and yelled, "Don't shoot. I'm a boy!" He told me to get on the ground. I did, sobbing.

And that's the last thing I remember doing in that dream before my dumbass friend kicked me in the head.