"God, that was an funny dream, pal," said Gumshoe. He was still a bit dazed from dreaming, so he accidentally bumped into a wall or two.

His dream was obviously inspired by Star Wars. He dreamt that he had his own lightsaber, he could use the Force, and Darth Vader was his father. Guess that whole-night long Star Wars marathon made an impact into his consciousness.

After washing his head in cold water, he quietly walked near the table in his tiny apartment. And then, he saw it.

He saw a lightsaber. His very own green lightsaber. He rubbed his eyed, trying to wipe off the dream from his eyes. The lightsaber was still on the table. There was a mess in his head. He picked up the lightsaber. No doubt, it looked exactly like the one he saw on the TV. He slashed a bit left and right. Result? He split the vase on his desk into two pieces.

Great, just great. His salary is barely enough to supply him with food, and now he had to buy a new vase. I mean, what's a desk without a vase?

But then he realized. "Pal, I've got a saber now! I can threaten people! Uh... but that's a wrong thing to do. Well, at least I've got something to defend myself with." (No, he doesn't have a gun, would you give him one? I thought so.)

He raised his hand to scratch his head while he was thinking. But at the same time, his coat went into the air. Surprised, he lowered his hand, and his coat fell on the ground. "Now that's confusing. First the lightsaber, and now... now..."

And then it flashed in his head. "I... I... I can use the force!"

For about 15 minutes, plates, forks and shoes flied all over Gumshoe's apartment.

He was fascinated. He became a character from his favorite movies. He couldn't be happier. "Gosh, I can't wait to get into the station. Everybody will be so surprised! And Miss Von Karma will be so jealous!", he giggled.

Unfortunately, not even the lightsaber and the Force couldn't help Gumshoe to arrive on time for his bus. He started running to the station. Unfortunately, his saber was still in his hand, and he accidentally sliced a few people on his way. He wanted to stop and apologize, but he was in a real hurry.

When he finally made it to the station, the receptionist gave him a letter Mr. Von Karma wrote for him.

"Huh? What would Mr. Von Karma want to tell me?" He opened the envelope and took the letter out.

"Mr. Dick Gumshoe. There's one thing that has been bothering me for a long, long time, and I must confess to you.

Dick, I am your father."

"What? What...? NOOOOOO!..." Gumshoe screamed.