Last night I dreamt that I needed personality rehabilitation. A group of elderly women sentenced me. My wife, mother, and the women in my extended family endorsed the sentence. None of the men in the dream cared one way or the other. The rehab facility was located in Flint, Michigan. At first I agreed to go, but then I got mad and yelled at everybody. The feeling of refreshment I experienced upon waking was laced with idle dread.