Strange dream

It's not often that I dream, or at least remember it, but I had the most vivid dream last night, and feel compelled to remember it, if not for the quote in it at least.

The dream started off with me sitting in a stadium, a medium sized crowd, I can't remember what the event was.
A skydiving team parachuted in, in a pretty well organized display of aerobatics that seemed to please the crowd. (Of course, being a dream, they bent the laws of physics slightly). Then I noticed some of them were trailing banners behind them. I can't remember what the banners said, but from the reaction of the crowd, they were controversial.

Then they were promptly rounded up and arrested. I was mistaken for having participated, not sure how, and arrested with them.
Instead of being brought to a standard prison, I, and the skydivers were brought to what was clearly an interrogation center.
The cells we were placed in reminded me more of the tombs in the catacombs of France. About a foot high, two feet wide, and long enough to just get your feet in. Basically, like a side loaded coffin sized hole in the wall.
I remember, I was to serve 12 days straight in there in solitary confinement.
(Of course the dream fast forwarded from there...)

Then I was standing in a trial room. A body of 6 peers were to judge me, and a group of people who weren't exactly a jury... I'm not sure what they were there for... they were more of an angry audience. They shouted insults at me, I can only remember one insult though... a british guy, short blond hair, probably in his 20's was yelling "terrorist" at me, then said "Can you transform too?" ... (It's a dream, it's not all supposed to make sense.)
Regardless of how I pleaded with the body of 6 peers, they had their mind already made up that I was someone else. I even told them I wasn't religious at all, so how could I be an "Islamic Terrorist"?... they wouldn't hear me out. They clearly wanted to pin someone as a terrorist, innocent or not. Almost as if they had a quota to fill.

Then the part came that made me want to remember the dream... someone near me had a white pad of paper and a black marker... everything else written on the page was in red. She asked me what I wanted to write... I had her write in large letters, "Love is Tolerance."

... Love is Tolerance.
How true that is.

Anyhow, that's the dream, in all it's usual scrambled logic as dreams often are.