Playing Katamari Damacy With Serge's Head
I dreamt that I was having dinner in some sort of cafeteria with Serge. We were bent over our cafeteria trays arguing about something. Apparently I got pissed off, because I grabbed his head and slammed it down on the cafeteria tray and began sliding the tray all over the cafeteria. Serge's head then took on a Katamari Damacy like effect-food, plates, forks, knives, sugar dispensers, and then chairs, tables, soda fountains all stuck to his head and rolled around the room.
Somehow, while I was rolling Serge's head around, the location changed to an old New England house and Ben from Lost was trying to kill me. I had to leave Serge's head in a room in order to flee from Ben. Things went badly for me and soon I was exchanging punches with Ben just outside the front door of the house. At that point I noticed my friend F.O. (whose name is withheld on account of the El Salvadoran death squads on his trail) standing outside his picturesquely antiquated pick up truck. He shook his head disapprovingly as he strolled to the front of his truck and opened the hood.
F.O. called out to me, "come on, you wimp, bring him over here!"
Picking up on the tone in Frank's voice, I began to feel a bit embarrassed that I couldn't take Ben in a toe to toe fight, but I wasn't about to try and prove myself given the psychotic look in Ben's eyes. So I began a measured retreat to F.O.'s truck. As I neared the truck, F.O. casually reached out, grabbed Ben by the hair and thrust his head into the truck's engine compartment. As if the whole thing was planned, I immediately took the hood of F.O.'s truck and began banging it down on Ben harder and harder. As I did so, Ben's body began to crumple and slowly disappear into truck. When it was over, F.O. casually closed the hood of the truck, and drove off, waving, a cloud of thick green smoke pouring out his tail pipe.