I had a nightmare that I was here in Germany and I had to go grocery shopping, but instead of regular groceries I bought big sacks of grain and barrels of stuff. I had to bring my stuff down into the apartment on a big elevator platform thing, but all these people kept trying to steal my sacks of grain. Then this swarthy looking guy dressed in black and with a camera man following him around with a camera that said “ABC Wide World of Sports” jumped up on floor above us and yelled, “I AM ROME!!!!!” and grabbed one of my sacks of grain and started to take off with it. I managed to wrest my grain from his clutches and grabbed his ankle as the platform continued to sink slowly, effectively dislocating his hip. There was also part in the dream where I was being subjected to a witch trial, but because this was the New Germany, they did it via television as an interview process and the ultimate test was your ability to properly answer the questions on an 8 page form in pen without making any mistakes. In German. If you couldn’t do this, there was some sort of vague threat of an ill demise in a mill pond.