I have an alter ego. Her name is Imogen and she is the personification of my unconscious mind. I'm not crazy. I don't actually have multiple personalities. But she is convenient. I jokingly blame her for all of the weird stuff that I do. For example, she gives me extremely weird cravings and then even weirder, but sometimes awesome dreams. This is what she made up last night.
Okay. It was as if I was watching a movie. There was a very rich family of Asian decent. They were all highly trained fighters. One day their mansion/house thing was attacked by a horde of barbarians/zombies (I never quite got a good look at them). For some reason, the father orders that no one is to venture outside the walls of the mansion to fight off these beasts.
The daughter however, wants to impress her father, so finding a chink in the estate's defences, goes outside and after a few weeks, manages to defeat the horde. She tells her father, expecting to be praised, but he is furious.