Dream on night of 1.9.21: I dreamt I was in a small town in Florida, and I was on a bike ride. I heard a hum, somewhere in the distance, a soft buzzing sound and I decided to turn my bike towards the noise. As I circled around a few blocks I saw a small one story house, somewhat run down, nothing atypical of small southern towns, and the center of the house was cut out in a funny architectural way. I notice the hum was louder and was eminatting from the house, it was electronic, as if someone was running a lot of wattage from inside. Upon closer inspection, the aforementioned centered cut out of the house sat incredibly large fish tanks, like a folk art aquarium. Two regular humble ends of a house book ending this 10' fish tanks with neon lights and exotic fish smoothly lapping around the aquarium. I noticed my Covid systems had subsided and I was feeling healthy and energized.
Later on, as I got back to the small abode where I was staying, I noticed the cluster of small houses were now occupied by some redneck low-lifes. As I settled into my nightly routine, I heard the low-lifes bolt the front door from the outside, and the malicious behavior was about to begin. They were setting my house up for a fire, gassing strategic places, blocking and boarding up windows. When their bags were nearly packed in an attempt of escape, they set my house on fire. I was never panicked though. I kicked down the front door, and slide off to a garage to look for a good weapon. I found nothing quick, except a carpenter's square and another odd right angle square about 24" long. I grabbed them, and snuck over to the low-life family about to leave. The husband-ring leader was packing up the back of a pick up truck with his body spread over the truck contents. I took the metal square and whacked his legs, at the back of the knees, over and over, so hard and so mighty that his legs were nearly severed from his body. I remember the lacerations were so perfectly cut it looked like a surgeon's work, neat, and perfectly place so walking was no longer an option for this man.