In my dream last night, I kept seeing alternate versions of The Wayans Bros. intro, including versions where Shawn and Marlon would gently rap lyrics based on other people's conversations they remembered, like a couple lines from a conversation they overheard between two girls in college. They were just various snippets from funny conversations. These parts of the intro sequence were shot with a super wide lens, so everything was distorted except Shawn and Marlon. They were standing on the grass right beside a road, and the lens made the grass look like a circular island.

I forget most of the dream, except that later in the dream Shawn, Marlon, and a white guy were looking for a murderer who got away with his crime. They figured they wouldn't find him, but they narrowed down where he must have lived. After snooping in a backyard as Marlon, I realized I was in the wrong property, and hopped a fence into the one I was looking for. I landed in a small grey, wasted space which seemed to be meant for a garden, surrounded by tall hedges obscuring the rest of the property. As I walked out the exit, I ran right into the property owner, a white guy, who was walking out of a much larger area also contained by hedge walls, with a large house inside. I was suddenly myself, rather than Marlon, and I told him "sorry, I just hopped someone's fence. I wasn't snooping," and walked out. As I walked, he acted like he accepted that answer, but as soon as he stepped into his old garden and couldn't see me anymore, I started to sprint away. I figured that if he was the murderer, he might think I found some evidence in there. As I ran, I was Marlon again, and there was a wide road in desrepair with little traffic to my left, and a worn chain-link fence to my right, guarding against a short gravelly incline that led to a mowed grassy field.

Over our comms Shawn told me the guy was getting his shotgun. I looked back and saw him, in the distance, walk out with a double barrel, and I kept running and turned into the first alleyway beyond the field. It was wet, and the edges of the pavement had a slight incline toward the center of the path. At some point I got in a car, and while Shawn and the other guy wanted me to meet them at a nearby strip mall, I was caught in an intense chase with the probable murderer. He kept decimating cars that got in his way, and as I sped onto a raised highway, I remember wondering if it was my fault that every car I passed would be destroyed. There weren't a lot of cars on the highway, and they weren't driving in an orderly fashion. It was more like someone just placed an unpainted dark road and said "you can drive here," and people would drive in any direction, and in any spot on the road, since there weren't any lanes. I remember I could see the people in each car before I sped past them, and their car was exploded by the fiery wrath of that man's shotgun.

Soon after driving onto the highway, the guy was vanquished. He either crashed into one of the cars he exploded, or Shawn and the other guy somehow stopped him. I, Marlon, pressed on the brakes and quickly spun the car around. I suddenly had a bird's eye view, and could see that the highway had never been finished, and if I kept going any further, I'd careen off the edge. The car lost its momentum with the back half just hanging off the edge. I'd probably have to get out and walk. I wondered, where were the cars on the highway coming from? Did they drive up here just to drive back? Did they just spawn up here like video game traffic? Then I woke up.