Green Eggs and Red Monoliths

I had a most curious dream last night. I dreamt that the First and a few of their departed mentors were building a huge monolith out of a strange mixture of red-bean ice cream and strawberry gelato. Everywhere there were banners saying things like, "Beware The Pinko Scum!" and "Better Red Than Dead!" and "Chill In, Chill Out!"

In the midst of the purposeful chaos were people like Trivandrum and Green Eggs. What was really interesting was that the latter was setting up chess boards, making cryptic comments about the Sicilian Defence throughout and playing multiple games with me. The former kept spraying water all over an ominously threatening cage made from bars of ice. The empty cage had a little hand-lettered wooden sign next to it, saying, "Wild Yak, Do Not Feed Gratuitously."

There was an accidental historian wandering by. He muttered randomly to people he met and to pillars (of which the area had an inordinate number), "My initials are YW and not WY! I have no X anywhere!" He had a few confederates with him, who were plotting the overthrow of the one-party state.

Lastly, there were two tall, thin subcontinentals. They had a placard saying, "From the Little Green Spot, not the Big Black Hole." One was dressed in spotless white uniform with medals all over it. The other one was dressed in spotless red uniform with trophies all over it. He was carrying a shield that said '1886' in huge golden numbers, but had a truly diabolical image in the centre. This one had "Gunning For You" in the middle.

It was the last image that made me wake up gasping. I've never seen my former CEO wielding a trident and brandishing a forked tail before.