In my dream last night, someone's grandmother was killed with an ax which I carelessly left on the stairs. Her dog was also killed with the ax, and there was a trail of blood and guts up and down the hallway.
The dream also involved Mike of Cold Fury teaching me how to play hockey; my attempted robbery of a store selling nothing but marshmallow easter bunnies; Jerry, Elaine and Kramer trying to convince me to buy them candy and my ex-husband following me around making a general pest of himself. It was exhausting. I woke up tired.
There was one part of the dream where I was looking at a book on my nightstand. I've read this book in waking life before and I can't for the life of me remember the name of the book or the author.
It told the story of a bunch of messengers who worked in a big city. One of the messengers used a skateboard instead of a bike, and I think there was a girl on skates.
They somehow got involved in something they shouldn't have, and in the end there were bomb threats and chases and.....I don't really remember except for the fact that I really enjoyed this book.
Sound familiar? Anyone?
Five cups of coffee and a hot shower should bring me around to regular blogging status.