One of those mornings

Maggie woke me from a dream state this morning, which sucked but at least means I remember what I was dreaming. Thinking it over, I realized that this has been a recurring theme in my dreams for some time now. I am captive, with a group of people, someplace weird. (In this case it was a huge interior space entirely white.) We can't fight our way out, so we'll have to use our smarts, and hope for good luck. I begin looking for resources that might help me escape, and begin devising something of a plan (that usually goes something like "when they're not looking, I'll use this pencil and towel to escape, then hope for the best.") I tell one or more of the others of the resources I've discovered -- "We have two pencils, two towels, and an emergency flashlight. I think we can use these things to trick the bad guys and get away!" But the people I am trusting, my fellow captives, are too stupid to keep these things secret. The bad guys come in and right away my fellow prisoners are like "hey, we've got towels! Do you need these towels to destroy the world? Cuz they're right here! And pencils, too!"