What dreams may fucking come!

Last night the mystical world of dreams taught me the very important lesson that trying to make Johnny Lydon stay in the kids' rec room to watch Christian children's specials is generally a bad idea. Even your former boss' golden retriever will try to help him escape.

But then his poor repressed wife, while chasing you down the hallway trying to convince you to come back into the rec room, will suddenly start screaming her desire for several professional wrestling figures.

I mean...what the hell?