Enter Sandman

Here's another of my random, strange dreams:

In this dream, Steve Schneider had this videotape he wanted me to see. On the videotape was a little monkey, doing little monkey-type stuff around the downtown AmSouth building's parking garage. We were both very excited about this tape. In the dream it seemed very important and ground breaking. Then there was a nice, dream scene change -- and suddenly I'm standing in a public restroom, at a urinal, barefoot. And behind me, at the sinks, there's a black guy making fun of a retarded guy. Finally, after thinking: why am I in this bathroom with no shoes on? -- I turn around and say, "Okay, you've had your fun. Leave him alone now." And the black guy walks up to me and he's wearing one red boxing glove -- and he places the boxing glove on my chest -- he does this very slowly, as if to say, "And what the fuck are you going to do about it?". And right before the dream ends, I have one of those flashes of quick dream-logic that lets me know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have been set up.