So I'm in trouble. I've either stolen or crashed an expensive car, that then ran out of gas (either by leaving the gas cap off, or someone having already siphoned the fuel out), allowing for my commanding officer to track me down and apprehend me. I got the sense that I was AWOL, and wanted to remain that way.

"We've got you now," the captain growled as he threw me into a prison cell.

However, military prison isn't how I would have imagined it. As punishment, prisoners are forced to participate in theatrical musical numbers. Which is about the worst punishment I can imagine. As either part of their community service, or possibly hired professionals, actual civilian performers perform alongside prisoners.

We're being forced to learn some new number, and it's particularly difficult, and the chorus line keeps getting it wrong. Stuck in some awkward end-of-scene flourish, a particularly nervous looking chorus girl looks at me and sings the last line of her part:

"What I mean to say... Is all shall perish."

Unsettling dream.