Last night I dreamed that I was walking down the street (without pants).  I was caught off guard when a dark figure (Caucasian male) walked up beside me.  I casually said "Hello," hoping he didn't intend to mug me.  In a flash, he lassoed my neck with some sort of thin chain and pulled me in to attack me with a knife.  I fought him for a while, and though I couldn't seem to get away from him, several times I managed to use his knife against him and actually cut him with it.  But I eventually noticed that he was not fazed by my counter attacks.  He would smile detachedly when I stabbed him, as if the wound was not painful or perhaps was even pleasurable.  I asked him, "Who are you?" and "What do you want?"  But he just looked back at me with a blank expression as we continued to struggle.  Then I finally seemed to figure it out.  I thought to myself something to the effect of: "He's showing me that pain and pleasure are equal, and are equally illusory."  And with that thought, the struggle ended, he disappeared, and I woke up.  I was a bit puzzled at first, wondering why I was going over a concept that I *thought* I already knew.  But of course I'm still viewing life dualistically.