Goth fights, clones, no chick mercy, laughter

Dream diary update. Wednesday afternoon I had this wild dream about street fighting with a gang in Goth makeup. When the dream ended I had split into 8 clones and was defeating all the Goth fighters simultaneously. Even the female Goth I rolled from a moving car, despite my prohibition against hitting female fighters. As the grinning Goths all fell I could hear all my clones laughing maniacally. Their laughter swirled and spiraled up to become the booming laughter of my dream universe creator (myself) as I awoke.