I like Gnarls Barkley music but maybe my subconscious does not. In a highly vivid dream last night (this morning?) I had the poor guy in a head lock under one arm while the other arm (mine, I'm horrified to admit) bashed his head in repeatedly. Sometimes there was a knife. There was a lot of blood. It was a full-blown horror movie scene. I am very glad to be awake.
It reminded me of a friend from graduate school -- a very mild-mannered friend -- who was getting her doctorate. She came to school one morning, exhausted, and explained that she was up all night in her dreams being chased and shot at by someone with a gun.