Last night was bizarre. I dreamt that my house was being robbed. I heard noises in the basement and went down there to find a guy in a service uniform, like a gas company guy or something, taking stuff out the back. Now, my basement has no bulkhead access, and the other weird thing is that it was somehow a shared basement with the place next door. I think my brain was using the basement from my old place in Waltham, which was a pseudo-duplex with a common basement and it did have an outside access.
So I realize the guy has disabled my alarm, and somehow I knew he'd been there before and must've rigged in then. He tries to make some excuse for being there, like he was supposed to be, but I go after him. So we end up outside, I guess out through the bulkhead door, and we're in a kind of swamp. It was all reeds. Kind of bamboo like, only too small for that. And we're fighting and I'm chasing him through the tall reeds. Only the water isn't swampy, it is perfectly clear, fresh water. Like this is some pristine mountain lake - which happens to be full of reeds. It isn't that deep either, maybe to my waist. (So, three feet or so.) This goes on for a while until I get him down and proceed to beat the shit out of him, while he gets some good hits in on me. But then i get my hands on his throat and press down with my thumbs on the sides of his neck, until he blacks out. Then, for some reason, I keep pressing AND hold his head under water until he is dead.
Then I seem to realize that, thief or no, perhaps I might have gone too far. So I float/drag the body back to the house and into the basement, where i began preparing to get rid of the evidence... how I'm not sure, since that's when I woke up with the "WHAT THE FUCK?" sensation. (Probably quicklime for the flesh and acid for the bones, knowing my brain.)
It was very vivid. I wonder if watching Fargo and Dragons: A Fantasy Made Real, both for the first time, this past weekend contributed at all. Probably.