The Dream - "Popularity"

I had a dream a famous friend of mine went postal and on a rampage downtown in Downtown Orlando, and began spraying bullets everywhere, mass chaos ensued, people were dying and panicking and running amuck in the streets, and as it turned out, as small as I felt compared to the gunman, I was the only one who could communicate with him without getting killed. At first I hid from the monster like everyone around me, then I decided to get involved, which made my father mad at me. "Don't go out there, Joe!!!! YOU'LL GET YOURSELF KILLED, I FORBID YOU FROM  JOINING THEM. GET BACK HERE!!!" my father shouted. "I have to stop him" I told him angrily, "I'm the only one who can, if I don't we're all gonna die. I CAN'T AFFORD to listen to you." So I did, and gathered all my courage to walk up to the monster/gunman/giant terrifying thing. And so we had a talk. He never fired any bullets when I was talking to him, and he just sort of stopped. Then the giant screaming happy crowd was cheering for me and carrying me away. Then the news came on. "And so", the newscaster Walter Cronkite-type of guy said, "In a surprise turn of events, the convention in Orlando Florida was the only one  that didn't lose money and earned more than 10 million dollars in profit....