I dreamed I was performing stand-up at a bar. Partway into my set the bar was taken over by the Borg. They didn’t assimilate us, but locked us in the building and made us into slaves. One of them took me on a long walk outside to get something important. As we walked, we developed a rapport with each other, and I told it my history. The Borg drone teared up and gave me a hug.