So I dreamed I was in prison, but I had a plan to get out. I had two dozen fire axes under my bed (???) and a wall in the yard had a blind spot, so I decided that me and a few fellow inmates would bum rush the wall Berlin style and make a hole before the guards got wise. Unfortunately all of my jail mates were overemotional idiots, and dangerous to boot. I almost didn't want to escape if it meant they would also be free. The one other likable and coherent prisoner (played by Samuel L. Jackson in this dream) didn't want to leave prison, and the warden (played by Morgan Freeman) was on to me, so I had to act fast before he got the obscenely obvious idea of just looking under my bed.
It was at this point that I woke up annoyed, frustrated, and pondering the deeper meaning(if any) of it all.