I was a journalist and I was infiltrating this group of conspirator types. It was November 1963 and, of course, the JFK assassination was part of it. I was posing as a Japanese corporate rep, and I was in this hotel room with two other guys (one was real stupid, the other fairly smart) waiting for word to come back on the assassination.
When the word comes back, they find out I'm not really Japanese. I was pumping them for information about the reason for the killing and I let something slip. So I had to change my story-- I pretended to be an Arabic oil interests type, and I pretended I knew more than they did, like why Ruby was going to shoot Oswald (damn I wish I could remember that part, because it made perfect dream sense and I bet it would be funny as hell now that I'm awake).
Then they discovered I wasn't Arabic either, that I was just some reporter. Things started to look ugly but then there was some major disaster or something and I was saved, and I woke up....