I had this totally awesome dream this night:
I was leading some small resistance group against some dictator regime (not Sushipunk). The dictator was some older guy with shoulder-long black hair and he had a henchman that looked a bit like Salvador Dali. I barely escaped when they killed a group of innocent people and then burned a crow (banners with a crow burning alive on top was their symbol for some reason). Right after that massacre they did a rock music video with the dictator singing and his Dali-henchman playing guitar, total cliché with them facing some wind, getting watter splashed in their face and singing about fighting and seizing the power. They did this to improve their public image and make younger folks join them. Brilliant idea imho, I wonder why no real life tyrant has ever thought of that.
Anyway, we were just planning an attack on one of their facilities and a hot co-worker, who was also in the resistance, promised me a sexytime afterwards (not with mere words I might add), when I woke up.