I had the wierdest knife dream yet last night(or rather, early this morning). I was in a small shop, kind of like a cheap bodega in NYC looking place. I was sifting through drawers and drawers of blades, when all of the sudden the owner starts talking to me. Immediately I recognized he had an arabic accent, and all of the sudden I was surrounded by about 10 iranian men and woman. They were all pressuring me to buy there knives to help fund Irans nuclear development program. I then started swearing at them, and tried running out of the store(in slow motion of course). They chased me down with RPGs and AKs until I made it to an ally way and escaped. Then I woke up dripping in sweat. I wish I had more control in my dreams, wouldn't that be sweet?