The last time I had a dream that I remembered, I was on some kind of tropical island. It was some sort of Wonderland parody, with a bit of a Christmas theme thrown in there. There were all sorts of elaborate James Bond or video game type traps, like sealed rooms filling with water, moving saw blades, and enormous brainwashed goons trying to kill me. In the end, I disabled one of the saw traps, removed the blade, defended myself from a goon with it, then broke into the maintenance corridors. I made my way to the central control room, and activated the auto destruct sequence. Then it turned out I was Steve Smith, and Roger the Alien was the evil mastermind. Then we both got bored and went back to Langely Falls for chocodiles or some shit as the island exploded.