A dream about some kind of Russian revolution, and I believe it was the
workers party revolting. In the middle of all the chaos, people were
running around and there was destruction everywhere, I was trying to round
up some of the people and was stabbed in the neck with an ice pick; and
I stabbed someone else with an ice pick.
In the end of the dream I was weeping because I cared about the Russian
people. I was telling them that I loved the Russian people.