Subconscious Scriptwriter

First of all, I've always said that people's dreams are always boring to other people—"I dreamed I was in this gondola like in Venice, you know, going through this long cave, and I turned and looked and the gondolier was my grandfather and blah blah blah"—it just doesn't work. That said, let me tell you about this one dream I had the other night. I dreamed I was kind of witnessing the investigation of a brutal murder (life's been stressful lately, by the way) and at one point the murderer is at the police station under the mistaken impression that he's just being questioned. He's one of those brutal murderers who are also so stupid that it becomes a kind of touching innocence. In his case, he's too stupid to realize that the prosecutors have a slam-dunk circumstantial case against him. He's fidgeting in the chair he's handcuffed to, and he says, "I want to go home now." And this one prosecutor is shuffling through some papers and says, not even looking at him, "You are home." I thought that was actually a pretty good snippet of cop-show-style hard-bitten irony for a person to write when he was literally asleep. Sort of wish I could do it consistently while I was awake, and I imagine my creditors would be happy about that too, come to think of it.