Too old for this shit

I had a weird dream the other night. I was hanging on some kind of scaffold meets windchime meets window-washing-platform and disfusing a bomb hanging from a skyscraper. My partner was none other than Danny Glover. And we were in the future. I guess. I'm not exactly sure. Danny was wearing some strange outfit where he had a silver hood that was not attached to any sort of jacket. Like a hooded sweatshirt if you cut the sweatshirt part off. Just a silver hood. That alone leads to believe we were in the future.