A dream I recognized as a nightmare when I awoke

This morning I dreamt I was a Mary Sue.

No, really. I was all decked out in an outlandish outfit featuring spandex, and my hair was alternately black and bright red, and pulled into two ponytails atop my head. I was standing with a large group of rebels. They were all dressed normally in shirts and jeans, but no one commented on my insane appearance.

The leader deferred to me constantly, and I even delivered a choice line of foreshadowing..."This looks too easy. I think it's a trap."

No one had guns or missile weapons of any type. We all were standing there waiting for the other group to attack. I had a length of lead pipe.

Eventually we were on an overpass, looking down at them on the street below, and we were still waiting for the attack. The leader again asked me many questions about what I thought they were going to do.

Then at some point we apparently left the overpass and rushed them, but I started screaming, Cassandra-like, when I realized suddenly that I just knew what was going to happen, and that it was entirely a trap. I was trying to figure out a way that I could (single-handedly) win the day when I woke up.

My now-awake mind realized what had happened, and started gibbering in terror. My dreaming self, a Mary Sue. I'm still recovering from it.

Today's movie subject: Chronicles of Riddick.

I saw this movie a few days ago, and...well...I would never bother renting it again, unless it was so that an entire group of my friends could sit and poke fun at it with me. (Sorry, deepforestowl!)

( Spoilers inside. Rather incoherent ones, I suppose, but spoilers nonetheless. )

Hmph.

No, my inner Sparklypoo, I will not dye my hair red and black and wear it in two pretentious ponytails. Spandex is right out.