A bit of set up: I've been in Somerville for a few months now. I've been sleeping on a gourmet air mattress, about 4 feet tall (thick), and really quite comfortable (though sometimes a bit squealy). It had small circular lumps in it, that traveled down the length of the bed, from head to toe. Each one was probably about 6 inches when flat, and I'd say about 1.5 inches tall when fully inflated. One night, the seam that created the middle between two little lumps tore, and it became a 12 inch hump. The next night, another seam tore, creating an 18 inch hump(ón). This disastrous form took up a good bit of prime real estate on the bed, and I've since ordered another cheap bed to replace it. Here was the dream on the last night sleeping with the hump.
I'm inside a wooden fence. There's a huge dude (dude cause his cap's on backwards), wearing jean shorts and a dark (probably black) t-shirt. Shortsleeved. I'm wielding my Wusthof 9" chef knife, and I'm doing my best to slit his throat. Unfortunately, my darned knife is not nearly sharp enough for the job. I keep moving in, slicing, doing some sort of damage (as evidenced by the blood), but not sufficient to debilitate the dude, who seems to want to fight back. His method is simply grabbing my arm to which belongs the hand wielding the Wusthof. I wriggle it away like a little prick, and proceed to slice again. Again and again (I'd say 4 times), we repeat this deadly dance.