I dreamed that I was an FBI agent investigating this factory where various types of protoplasmic lifeforms were being developed. In any case we came to a conveyor belt trasporting petri dishes of protoplasm to some unknown location within the factory. Each dish had differently shaped organs in it — some appeared to be human, others completely unknown. In any case one of our team members began to speculate as to whether or not the dishes were alive, and we started laughing among ourselves, assuming such a thing to be impossible. In any case, the scientific one (a woman, I believe) took out her microscope and some tools, removed a dish from the conveyor, and attempted to alter the cellular structure of an oversized cell in one of the petri dishes. As soon as she completed this however, the contents of a dish on the conveyor ballooned and swelled into a giant … being … made of goo. It then performed a song and dance number on the superiority of protoplasmic life as compared to humans. Not kidding, the number was easily five minutes long with music and everything. I wish I could remember some of the lyrics. We were all aghast as the goo life form demonstrated its magnificent strength and fantabulous dance steps. The song ended with all humans being enslaved to our new protoplasmic masters. And as I saw humans assembling protoplasmic life forms and being dumped in wastebins when rendered useless, the scene faded and revealed itself to be nothing more than a dream in the mind of a small girl. A narrator said, “Now we know what is going on in Julie’s mind,” and then the “camera” (as it were) swung away from sleeping Julie to find another girl. Just as it was about to enter the dreams of the other girl, I woke up.