I dreamed I looked up Shawn Wayans' Steam account and successfully found him, so I added him as a friend and he accepted. It turned out he was nearby, so we hung out in-person. We chatted for a while, and would see each other every couple of days, and eventually I brought up his movies and his brother Marlon, and said I thought it'd be weird for him if I just asked him about his movies and shows without first talking to him like a normal person. I told him I'd really enjoyed The Wayans Bros., and I wanted to ask questions about Scary Movie 6. He told me it was alright, and he showed me Marlon Wayans' Steam account, and I added him.

I remember Shawn was in a fictional representation of my kitchen, and was grabbing wine glasses. I think we were eating something that was best served in wine glasses. When I brought up Marlon, Shawn grabbed a wine glass, poured a pitcher of water into it, poured some water on the counter and put the glass on the spill, and ran his finger around the rim of the glass to produce a note to summon Marlon. He didn't actually appear just then, but he accepted my friend request, and we hung out later.

When I was talking to Marlon, he brought up this guy he had a problem with. I don't remember much of my time with Marlon, but I remember that later, I was setting part of a zoo on fire, which was owned by the guy Marlon talked about. I called the guy to threaten him, and he laughed me off, saying the police were already on their way. He was sitting and smoking at a party, which I knew even though I couldn't see him. I told him I wouldn't get in trouble, since the fire had been specifically set not to burn down the whole zoo or any of its animals, but to burn just one special target. I smirked and hung up before he could respond. A fire truck had arrived while I was on the phone, but they didn't seem to notice me, and they were taking a long time to exit the truck. I looked down at a file I held in my hand, and turned to the third and last page, which detailed info about the guy's son. The insinuation seemed to be that I'd burned down something related to that guy's son, without actually attacking his son.

I then fled the scene, and went in the direction of an old concrete underground tunnel in the woods. I figured I'd set my last fire in there, just burning some plastic for fun, but since the police always arrive quickly to fires, I'd leave a note—NO MORE FIRES written with two black markers (held at the same time for extra thickness, for some reason), on cardboard. I was also thinking about ensuring I left no DNA evidence, and avoiding penmanship that could be traced back to me. My pyromania (not in real life, just in the dream) could have deadly consequences for others, so it was time to stop, and this way, maybe the police wouldn't come looking for me, since no one got hurt in either fire.

On my way, the dream morphed so I was headed there with a friend, a dreamed-up character, and I changed my mind about the fire we were going to set. If I was ready to quit, then I shouldn't set even one more fire. We found the entrance to the tunnel, and walked through a narrow curved passageway until we entered the main, wider chamber, which had doorways leading into dark cells at each side, and at the far end, opened into a smaller but wider area, which to the right had tall stairs going up. We could hear people whispering in some of the cells, and like us, they were all here to avoid getting caught by the police.

I told my friend I wouldn't take part in the fire, so he took out a crimpled sheet of vinyl which he'd burn on his own. I didn't want to inhale any fumes, so I told him I'd go exploring. I walked off toward the stairs, thinking I would just bail on my friend, but as I entered the wider portion of the tunnel I saw flashlights moving around at the top of the staircase, and could faintly hear what sounded like police. I quickly turned to head out the way we came in, and on my way there I spotted a small door to the right, leading straight out into the woods. I went out, but there were men on horses approaching, dressed in strange medieval clothes with hoods on. I assumed they were with the police, so I went back and headed for the way we came in, but I could see more lights in the curved entry passageway, and hear clearer voices of the police.

I went back for the door to the outside, and tried to find a way to slip past the three approaching groups. To the left I could see the thin curved passage from the outside, but there would be more police by the entrance, so I couldn't follow along that way. I followed the wall to the right, and peeked around a corner to see more cops, heavily armed, walk toward that entrance. Note that from the inside, this entrance had been up a large staircase, but from the outside it was on the same level. I turned back to see the horsemen, and neither they nor the cops seemed to take notice of me. Only one officer was staying outside by this entrance, so I decided to walk through the woods, about equal distance from the horsemen and the lone police officer. As I walked away confidently, as though neither group mattered to me, one of the horsemen fired an arrow. I halted and stepped back, and they shot another arrow, piercing the neck of the police officer. More officers rushed out and entered a firefight with the horsemen, who expertly nailed each officer they loosed an arrow toward, but always missed when firing at me.

I rushed back for the door inside, and a bunch of Chinese guys ran out of the cells (which hadn't been visible from the outside). We quickly began setting up a defense, shutting all the windows (which hadn't been there before, and which now appeared in a continuous line on the wall) and forcing the enemy to come to us, so we could take them out by hand. The tunnel grew more and more crowded with Chinese men, many of whom were shirtless, and old wooden furniture was thrust against the door and against the windows to form barricades. We wanted to leave some windows unbarricaded, which I think was to control where our enemy could enter, but we also left those windows shut, to keep arrows from flying through. I stationed myself by two of the unbarricaded windows, where I think I kept busy by just opening and closing windows. One of the windows nearly broke when struck by an arrow, so someone reached out through the second window, where he was able to push another outside layer of windows along a rail, moving them to form a barrier of windows over the one that was breaking. This left our post with just one window to funnel the enemy through. I looked around, seeking a particularly large Chinese man who could easily dispatch any who came through, and I saw my friend Giau, who is actually Vietnamese, and who also didn't have a shirt on. I asked him if he could stay right here, and take out anyone who came through, and re-emphasized that he wouldn't be able to leave this post. He agreed. I went off into the crowd to see what else I could do, and the dream ended around there.