ANAKIN: Whoa. Don't remember having *this* dream before...

VADER: Dream? I'm not even asleep! I'm meditating on the Executor...

A: Well, you must have dozed off, buddy.

V: Impossible. Wait...wait! This must be a Force-induced vision!

A: What, like a Vision of the Future?

V: Or a Specter of the Past.

A: Well, as long as it's not a Bounty Hunter War...

V: What?

A: Never mind.

V: This is incredible--all those years of meditating have finally paid off with an actual vision!

A: Hey, yeah...a slimy cave. I can barely contain my excitement. Personally, I would have preferred Padme and some scantily-clad handmaidens frolicking on the beach, but whatever works for you, man...

(Luke ignites his lightsaber. Vader does the same, and the two of them begin to duel...)

A: What's with the slow motion action? Speed it up, man!

V: I can't! Now stop bothering me--I have to concentrate and interpret this vision.

A: Oh, that's easy. See, the cave represents your sense of isolation, and the way you've closed yourself off from the rest of the galaxy. And Luke represents your lost innocence. And the lightsabers represent your fetish for plaid socks.

V: It's not a fetish. 'Fetish' makes it sound creepy. Can't a man enjoy colorful footwear without--

(Luke brings his blade up and strikes Vader's head from his shoulders.)

V: Ow! Son of a Sith! And what does my severed head mean, genius?!

A: It means you need to work on your blocking...

(The helmet rolls across the ground, comes to a stop, and the front of it bursts open with puff of smoke. Luke stares in shock at the face within.)

V: What? What's he staring at?

A: Maybe there's something hanging out of your nose...

(The vision suddenly fades, and Vader snaps back to consciousness inside his meditation chamber aboard the Executor.)

V and A: (in unison) Whoa.

A: That...was trippin'.

V: Indeed. I'll have to spend some time pondering the import of this experience. This could well prove to be the most life-altering event of my life...

(pause)

A: I still would have preferred the frolicking handmaidens.

V: You and me both...

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