Dream Log or rather Dream Stick

Weird dreams last night. Imagine the sound of music, but modern day with bamboo sticks instead of guns. Also I was fighting myself because I wasn't myself. I, my dream self (not Albert) was being held captive in some sort of jail thing. Kind of a cross between a nazi detention center and Valve's Portal factory thing. Anyway, I escaped from the prison 3 times but I had to come back. Mostly because my moronic friends, yes you guys were there too, couldn't figure out when it was a good time to make a run for it. It was an exciting dream but it ended with a showdown between Albert and myself. We were both standing in the river, holding bamboo sticks like swords. I have 3 sticks in one hand and I'm about to make a finishing blow when Albert pulls out a pouch of poison dust. He tells me that if I kill him the pouch will drop into the water and we'd all die. Then my alarm clock went off before I could finish the bastard.