I dreamed that the Template Modification System was an actual real-life system that lets you handle real-world situations in proxy. Instead of facing the consequences for your actions you could just blame it on a template. 'Oh I wasn't really drinking and driving officer, that was the TMS driving for me. I'm not even really here right now. I'm at home sleeping'. The officer would wave his hand over your head and it would go right through you as if you were a hologram and he'd let you go on your way. It was that kind of dream except I killed two superheroes and people were mourning them. I went to their funeral and people would look at me in pity and say 'It wasn't your fault, it was the TMS' and I'm thinking 'but I really killed them?' and just went along with it but the guilt was still there. Weird.