I wake up from a scary dream. I'm in a courtroom on trial for what I don't know and the verdict is being handed down. A judge's voice says, "Has the jury reached a verdict?" The jury foreman, Truman Capote, says in an effete voice, "Yes, we have, your honor." The bailiff walks over to receive the verdict. The bailiff is Barney Fife. He looks at me, smirks, and says, "You should have nipped it in the bud."