The last dream I had this morning before waking up was so weird and disturbing that it continues to trail behind me as I make my way through the morning. Ever have those?
Basically, I dreamt that pretty much everyone I know was secretly in the business of grave digging. Huh? Exactly.
To make matters worse, several of my friends and family members turned up at my house, in their hearses of course, to dig a couple graves in my yard. They did so very sloppily and it upset me, mostly because my yard was being torn up and slightly because I felt they should have some pride in their work. Seriously, there is nothing worse than a half-assed grave digger, is there?