Why not sleep until noon?

So last night I had this ridiculously long, drawn-out dream. I can't remember all of it but ...

"You'll have to park your jet in the hangar below."
"Don't you think I'll need it?"
"Unimportant. Has to go below. Hey, have you ever had Ignacio as your fishing guide? He is really great."
"Nope, not once."
As the giant gate ahead of us slowly lowered, I realize that this might be the last time I see this shopping-mall full of people. The slow elevator cut-out into the floor began to lower, when I realized, "We're about to be totally defenseless out there!"
I glanced around to find Major Thunderbolt Ross, there he was sitting in the dark corner of the room smoking a cigar. He gave me a wide grin, and a nod, and I knew that tonight would once again be full of carnage.

As I activated the ship I threw my backpack behind the seat and strapped into my night-vision goggles.
I hovered above our group running mindlessly across the forested grounds, taking out any unforeseen bad-guys and ambushes. It took me a while to fly around and destroy all the badguys with missiles and machine guns but I was finally successful.

Then, out of nowhere, I had been hit. My ship was going down. There was no sign of another aircraft, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure fall to the ground. I angled my descent towards it, and crashed into the side of an apothecary.

When I recovered from the explosion, I noticed a giant hole in the side of the building with its contents spilling out onto the street. In the light of the streetlamp I noticed a great hulking creature, much akin to Eddie Brock, dragging an unconscious body out of the building. He was then followed by three exact replicas pulling three of the same unconscious bodies out of the building. As the blazing realization came to me that those poor, battered, unconscious beings were my clones, the first and greatest of the monsters turned to me with an evil grin and laughed in his alien voice, "I bet you're wondering how I did this?"