Bizarre dreams last night. Murder & mayhem, epic adventure, Indiana Jones and Yoda.

The first took place at my office. Patrick Dempsey's character from Scream 3 was hanging around my desk, eating candy from the candy dish and acting all chummy, telling me I had nothing to worry about. He was there to question one of the auditors about a murder. The auditor in question is a really nice guy, so I was quite surprised to hear that he might have killed someone. Finally I sent Detective Dempsey down to the maintenance center to fetch some coffee. Little did I know that the suspect auditor was hiding there. He barracaded himself and Patrick Dempsey inside with the coffee. I don't know what was going on in that maintenance center, just that it was something really bad. I went out into the hall, and saw another co-worker trying to jimmy the back door to the maintenance room, and trying to talk the murdering auditor down. I warned her that she should just leave it be, but she got the door open, and as soon as she did a hand reached out and grabbed her around the throat and pulled her in, and blood splattered the door behind her as it slammed shut. This was followed by much screaming inside the office. I knew I should run away, but the odd thing was that for some reason I'd brought my dog to the office and he was still in there, and I wasn't about to leave him.

I woke up then, and wondered if I should take that dream as a sign that I should call in sick and stay home. Then I remembered Patrick Dempsey's presence, and that he wasn't really a detective, and he wouldn't very likely show up in the office, so the dream probably wasn't prophetic after all.

So then I wondered what lessons I could take away from the dream (I like to look at these dreams as a sort of practice run for if I'm ever actually in a situation where someone's trying to kill me ... I'm practical like that). Lesson #1: Never bring my dog to the office. Lesson #2: If a cop comes to the office to question somebody, don't let him hang around acting all chummy with me and eating my candy, so that the psycho won't think that I'm on the detective's side. If he thinks I'm on his side, perhaps the psycho will let me live, or at least will plan to kill me last, thereby giving me some more time in which to make my escape. Lesson #3: If an auditor goes postal and starts killing people in the office whilst I'm out in the hall, do not re-enter the office, but instead, run like hades down the stairs to the next floor (preferably 2 floors down, because that door has a combination lock. I have the combination, but likely the killer does not) and call for help from there. Once that's done, head to the elevator bank that does not extend all the way to the floor containing the killer, whick will likely not have been tampered with by said killer, and get myself the hell out of the building.

Okay. So if anyone here (besides me) goes mental and starts killing off his or her cubicle buddies, I've got myself an action plan.

That settled, I rolled over and went back to sleep. This time I dreamed something about Indiana Jones and my two dogs (my current dog and my late chihuahua, Mitzi) helping me fight off Nazis (I watched The Last Crusade on the Scifi channel last night). I didn't know what the Nazis were after, until we made our escape, and I realized that we were rescuing Yoda. This was where I had to pause. I told Indiana that we were getting his movies confused, but he said we didn't have time to quibble about it, we had to get to the getaway car before the Jedi Master fell into the hands of the Nazis. I didn't argue, as this did in fact sound like something I would want to help prevent. The getaway car was a '93 Honda civic, something I thought odd since it was supposed to be the 1930's, but again, we were pressed for time, so I didn't bring it up. At that point I realized that Mitzi was with us, and I was just really happy to see my tiny doggy. After that it all gets pretty fuzzy, and my alarm went off, ending the dream and beginning the nightmare that is my work day.

I didn't bring any lessons away from that one, other than that perhaps it's not a good idea to watch Indiana Jones movies and eat super rich chocolate fudge right before I go to bed.