Last night I dreamed I was Chinese and living in China and I owned the apartment building we lived in. Something about that became illegal and the police were looking for me. I went into hiding by impersonating one of my servants (one of the women who cleaned the building).
The police went for my husband instead. He performed an awkward but rehearsed and well intended Ritual of Obsequiousness using the correct sheets of orange and gilt butterfly wrapping paper, so the police had to take him respectfully into custody.
It became apparent who I was, though, and the police were so enraged by my trickery and further frustrated by husband’s performance that they set upon me with huge black sticks. One hit me so hard my body flew upwards and crashed through the ceiling into the floor above.
It woke me up entirely.
Dreams of a New World 