This morning, immediately before waking up, I dreamt that I was watching a magic performance.
The magician held up a life-size cardboard cutout of a dog, turned away from the audience for a moment, then turned back to face us with a real live dog.
Even as the audience was still applauding, the magician turned away and back again -- in his hand now was a human skeleton. It was smoking.
The audience applauded even more enthusiastically, and I said to my companion (a composite figure of two of my coworkers) that the smoke was a fantastic touch.
The magician had one more trick up his sleeve though -- he turned away and back once again, and now the skeleton was in flames.
This reminds me of a dream I had a long time ago. I was gingerly picking my way through a mine field. The field was strewn with human skulls. The skulls were bombs, and they were burning fiercely.