In my dream, I was walking down the street with a large stainless steel bucket. The kind of a bucket that a farmer may use when milking a cow. It was a very warm sunshine day. The bucket was filled with Dog Diarrhea and I casually walked up to Adam Schiff who was giving a speach on the street corner and dumped the contents over his head. He made a few gacking type of sounds as I casually walked away.