Nightmare #12. I'm in a darkened movie theater watching D.C. Cab. Suddenly, something crashes through the movie screen. It's Dave Mustaine riding a centaur. Dave is wearing a colorful vest with buttons sewn all over it. He flexes his muscles and several buttons pop off and roll under a seat. They sound like coins as they hit the theater floor. Just as I realize how much the "human" half of the centaur looks like Billy Crystal, Dave leans down, picks me up and throws me over the back of the centaur. "To the victor go the spoils!" he yells menacingly toward the projectionist, shaking his fist. This is going to be real bad, I think to myself just before passing out.