I dream of Johnny

I had a dream the other night that we were filming on the beach at four-mile. All of a sudden everybody seemed really bummed out. I asked Phil Steve what the problem was, and he pointed over to some angry bro dudes staring at us. Some of them had bandanas wrapped around their heads, but they were all wearing pajamas and one of them was holding a teddy bear. The agnry bro dudes lined up in a row for a few moments and give us hard looks. Each time they lined up they moved closer and closer until they were only a few feet in front of us. Finally one of them said, "Get out of our way. You are in our path." So we all stood aside except for Machiste who ran around zig-zagging through the angry bro dudes, but they did not take any notice. Instead they all turned into Laconians and marched into the sea. When all of their helmeted heads had disappeared under the water, I turned to Phil Steve, and said, "and we never heard from them again. The end." And then I woke up, and thought, "Maybe I should write this down."