I was in a house on the bay. The Marx brothers were there with me.
In the sky there was a World War I bomber with a very archaic looking bomb.
It was a very large warhead with landing gear still attached.
The plane was heading towards the house.
The pilots in the plane talked to their navigation computer to change the trajectory.
They didn't want to hit the house that we were in, so they choose another target. An empty building across the bay.
The plane made it's descent.
The Marx Brothers, not knowing what was going on in the plane, had their backs turned, their ears covered, bunkers set up and a cannon aiming 90 degress (to the righht) away from the plane.
I faced the plane and called the scene.
"It's turning!", I said, watching the plane hovering beside and to the right of the house.
"There goes the bomb!", I said, watching the bomb slowly flying away from the plane.
The bomb flew to a tree between the house and the empty building across the bay.
The bomb exploded with a crack, it sounded like a firework exploding
"It hit the fragging tree!", I said.

The plane landed beside the house.
I went up to the two pilots, who came out and apologized. They had no idea there was someone in the house.

"If only Grouch Marx were here", I said, "He could come up with a snappy comeback"

The Marx Brothers never spoke in the dream.