I dream that I’m sitting in Grandma Abbott’s front room with several of my children and John, who lies on a couch reading a book. I explain to Nathan that I am willing to help execute John because the law requires it and John is willing to submit to what is required. It seems quite logical. Nathan goes away, and within the dream I fall into a light sleep. In that dreamed sleep, I am striking John’s head with a heavy object. I wake up into the first dream and declare to myself and then to the others that I won’t help execute John. They want an explanation.