"I was in a restaurant, and the wrestler Batista was sitting in front of me. I picked up a steel chair and hit him in the head with it, then threw it away, and ran upstairs (that's right, an upstairs in a restaurant). I came back down and Batista asked me if I had seen anybody hit him in the head with a steel chair, and I said I saw an employee do it, and then throw the chair under a table. I turned around for a second, and when I turned back there were all these cops. Apparently hitting someone in the head with a steel chair is illegal. I thought I should tell the cops that I had done it, but then I realized that I might get in trouble."

There was another huge, long, very long, part to this dream, but it's so lost I can't even type coherent scraps of it here.