Closet Ray Liotaphile

Just woke up, and I had a detailed dream about Ray Liota. I was at some conference in an older government building. It was getting ready to storm really bad outside, and for some reason me, and a Hispanic and black chick were there together. At some point during the conference, someone who was killing people then bringing them back to life with no memories, and then cloning them, starts shooting. I look around and realize all the people there were clones. Then some stoner picks up a gun and starts shooting, and it turns out this stoner faction was warring with the clones faction.

Amidst the cross fire, Ray Liota gets one of the dropped guns. He was on the counsel, and proceeded to shoot and kill just about everyone else there. I grabbed a gun off the floor when I realized it was him and ran up to him and had him autograph it.

He thanked me for being such a good friend and fan, and for standing up for him when he got killed off in some movie. I put the gun in my pocket, but noticed the ink was already fading. The shooting eventually stopped and the conference continued.

The black chick and Mexican girl also had a presentation during all this. The Mexican girl was doing a demonstration with the other girls help, and had to draw on her face with permanent marker. I remember laughing in my dream, because you couldn't see it very well unless you were close to the front.

At this point suddenly it was part old government building, and part newish bookstore.

When it was done I went up to the panel and was talking to him. He mentioned the only way it would get any crazier was if he, I, and his mother were here. I laughed and seemed to understand in my dream. He said he likes coming to these things because he likes it there, and the buildings are safe from really bad storms.

I was going to ask him to sign my gun again, but we were late to go eat. I caught up with them at the door, and asked them if they had seen my shoes, because I was barefoot all this time.

Then I woke up.