I live underground in the future. It is a contained environment and the balance of nature is very delicate. I am a sort of exterminator/park ranger. My partner and I go around with flame throwers killing vermin that have grown in population too fast.

I make some smart ass remark about how we are looking for the electric chubacabra today. I guess this is some sort of joke in the future.

I am the electric chubacabra!!! Fear me!!!!

We find a hole in the ground. Whatever we are hunting for is probably in the hole. A swarm of chinchila creatures come pouring out of the ground.

This is what a chinchila looks like. They were very dirty in my dream though.

I want to blast the little bastards but the home base radios me and tells me we are not killing those things today. I argue and say there are way too many of them and we need to kill at least a few to keep the ecosystem balanced. I end up following their orders. We run like hell too because there are a million of those stupid chinchilas.

As we go about our work we find a creature we have not seen before. We argue about if we should kill it or not. The home base does not believe us beause the place we live and work is supposed to be compleatly contained. That is why we have to watch the ecosystem so carefully. In the end they make us bring it in to the home base.

Then my dream ends.