17 November 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

In this dream, I was in an episode of Seinfeld.  For some reason, the young chef-in-training from the earlier dream had turned to crime and had teamed up with Ozzie Gonzalez, the frustrated student from my Introduction to Broadcast Technologies class.  They had shotguns and were threatening the lunch party that the cast members of Seinfeld were having in a garage.  Unfortunately, the robbery was immediately countered by a SWAT team, which didn't deter Ozzie one bit-- he gunned down a cop in cold blood with a hand pistol and then started firing shots at random.  Somehow, one of his shots lit the boiler in the garage and the entire place, cop cars and all, went up in the most spectacular explosion that Hollywood can imagine.  I woke myself up laughing.  (Note: I haven't really seen that many episodes of Seinfeld.)