It wasn’t quite lucid, but I remember it clearly. There was a war going on, not with Iraq, but with China. All American women were being hunted down like criminals. I was trying to stay inconspicious, but eventually they herded me into a room with some other people. They were killing Americans on the floor above us and blood was dripping from the ceiling. I knew I was minutes away from death. But I had no choice but to go along with the Chinese when they came for me. At that point, I woke up.

I think this dream stemmed from two things I did before bed: Watching the TV show “Lost,” which is rather violent, and downing two shots of NyQuil.