I had a dream that I went to a local movie theater with three friends. We were dressed in black leather motorcycle suits. It was weird. We sat at the top row and after the movie started, we all put on helmets. Keith and I had Daft Punk helmets. His was the silver one, mine was the black and gold one. The two other guys just had black helmets on. We immediately all spread out and started crawling around the aisles, over chairs, laying on people and asking them questions about life. Whenever people would get up and leave, we’d take their seats, sitting next to their friends. Since Keith and I had the Daft Punk helmets, we could flash messages across the little screen parts. By this time, I was sitting in a group of gay guys. One was entertained and asked me where I stood on gay marriage (I flashed a heart on my screen) and the other was really pissed off. Keith was an aisle below me. He was sitting in between this babe and a bunch of bros. Well, one huge guy came back and lifted Keith out of the seat, above his head like a dead lift, with intention of throwing him down the seats. All the while Keith was flashing “NO NO NO NO NO NO” across his screen. I flashed an angry face and lept out of my seat, spearing the guy, all of us landing on his girlfriend. As we were laying on him, I kept punching him in the ribs. His girlfriend was yelling “You suck! You’re terrible at science! Even when you think you’re doing science, you’re not doing science!” Keith and I got up and hurried to the top of the stairs. That’s when I woke up. Keith… we have to do this.