You got to the closet for a tool of destruction. Why is there a tool in your closet? Oh, that's leftover from another dream. You open the door and pull the hammer from the caved skull of your last victim, then get to work on tearing down the house. You're hammering away when a knock comes at the door. You open the door with hammer in hand to see a police officer. "Good afternoon," he says, and holds up a picture. "Do you recognize this man?" Of course you recognize that man; you just pulled a hammer from his head.