That was a very cool dream... armed with just a kitchen knife (of the simple but nice kind that I got a bunch of when I left home), I was trying to escape from a prison.. well, really, a house. No fighting people was involved -- I had to learn to deconstruct parts of the house, using the knife to pry apart tiles in the floor, to get to things I could pull apart with my bare hands or to otherwise manipulate, to make my escape possible. It was, more or less, a timed thing, and I had an old NES8 controller with me that I could use to reset the game if I thought I was going too slowly, or was pursuing a path of escape that wasn't being fruitful. I apparently had become quite good at the task -- was really getting good at lifting a tile, and then tiles beneath. I was, unfortunately, pulling giant cat hairballs out of pipes. Hmm. Yes, dreams are strange.