I dreamed last night of a subterranean revolution against Frenchies.

In it I played--in a sort of out of body way, as if I were in his perspective, but not actually living his life--a man who had been a genius in some manner or sort of revolution against a group of men in renaissance costumes with French accents. My dream detailed--in a great plenteousness of detail--the things that happened to "me" after this revolution had ended, and "I" was in custody, in jail in caves, and going through a series of elaborate trials, in a well lit cavern with a bottomless sort of pit in the middle of it, with bleachers set around the edges.

Mostly, though, the dream was about the things happening to "me" between the trials. "I" impressed and struck up a friendship with the head Frenchy, who ended up a decent fellow.

The last scene happened close on before "my" final execution by killing. The head Frenchy and "I" had over the course of this story fought with each other, we would meet and have duel sort of things. In this last scene, they held out a sheave of thin dowells to "me" so that "I" could choose our weapons. "I" chose two which looked the same, and handed the head Frenchy his, it was about four feet long, and then "I" looked at mine. Mine was broken off about two foot.

The head Frenchy was concerned. But "I" just smiled and said it would be all right. And so we began.

It was over quickly. "My" stick broke again, the first time the head Frenchy hit it, and a section about a foot long broke off. I caught that section, and blocked a second whack with it. Then the third whack broke my first stick again, but in half, and somehow "I" got it so I was holding his stick between those two small pieces, so he couldn't swing it around any long. Then "I" tagged him with the foot of stick in my other hand. And he smiled.

"I" had won. Everyone, Frenchy enemies and fellow prisoners and family of "me" alike, applauded. And "I" went up to head Frenchy, with everyone impressed by the fight, and happy being impressed, and "I" shook his hand and said, "Tomorrow you may kill me. But today we had fun."

And then I slowly woke up, with the music that had been playing in my head crescendoing to an end of movie climax.

It was a really depressing dream. I think "I" died really soon after that.