I've had some really fucked up dreams. Listen to this:
I find myself in a large, dark room. The only light is coming from what seems to be a window. As I cautiously approach it, I see that it is actually a couple of doors leading to a school gym. I must be in a storage room. I look out of the glass windows in the doors. A basketball court, with two teams warming up for a game. Few spectators. I exit the storage room, stepping into the gym. What looks like the school's principle notices me and starts walking towards me aggressively. Upon closer inspection it seems that she is the Queen of England. She starts yelling at me and the next thing I know, I black out.
I wake in Rapture. Rusty pipes and 60's-style furniture decorate the area. What happens next is unclear, but I rise to the surface with my two enemies, Andrew Ryan and The Joker left to die in a collapsing underwater city. Somehow I lose consciousness again. Waking up in the storage room again, I decide it's time to take charge. Entering the gym, the principle-queen notices me again and attempts to control me. I get past her and make my way into the foyer, where I notice a trophy case full of model Star Trek spacecraft. Shaking off the absurdity, I continue to look around the room. From above I hear singing - I look. Above me is my father, wearing a basketball uniform, riding a stuffed moose, hanging from the ceiling, singing Bobby Brown by Frank Zappa. The principle appears beside me. "We didn't want you to know yet... your father is taking singing lessons." she says, slightly peeved.
Wake.