Arrest Warrant

In my nightmare, I’m sitting in my kitchen reading. My wife is making dinner. I’m not particularly hungry, but she’s making my favorite food. There’s a knock at the door. I go to answer it. Three men are standing there, dressed in black suits, white shirts and black ties. I ask them what they want. They say that they have a warrant. I ask them for what. They say that they have a warrant for my arrest.