Dream a little dream of Mark ....
After watching lots and lots of Ugly Betty Season 2 online yesterday and last night, you'd think I'd have crazy dreams with America Ferrera and Christopher Gorham running around New York City and singing songs from Wicked. And did I? Answer: no. I didn't. I did dream. And it was crazy. But it had nothing to do with Ugly Betty, New York City or, unfortunately, Christopher Gorham. It did, however, have plenty to do with Wire in the Blood. And, delightfully, Mark Letheren.
It all happened at some old house on the water. So it could have been Cape Cod, but because it was Wire in the Blood it might also have been the seaside in England. Irrelevant. There was a serial killer, killing children, I think. Anyway, so there were child hostages or something in the house -- makes no sense, right, dreams are like that. We're there and we're looking through the house (and by 'we' I mean the Police, except there are a whole buncha non-policia milling around also searching the house). And the kinds of people were crazy! There were NC people, there were Favorite people, there were college people, Pania was there -- she and the killer are the only two real people I remember distinctly, but I'm not going to tell you who the killer was, I don't understand the dream, I don't need other people trying to figure out what it means.
I'm fairly certain that we got all the children out and accounted for, they were all alive and well, albeit a little shaken. We're continuing to search the house for some reason; for the killer I think. Anyway, so we think we're SOL at this point and I remember Pania telling me it's no use or something to that effect. And I go out on the porch and come face to face with the killer and he tries to kill me because I've figured out that it's him.
Regardless to say, he's caught, I'm safe, a little freaked out, but safe and apparently I'm dating Mark Letheren,
aka, D.S. Kevin Geoffries from Wire in the Blood - whom I totally love. No, for real; he's spectacular.
Here's a question to ponder, that really ought to be pondered, by both myself and by a professional: Why are my murder mystery dreams the most vivid?
It all happened at some old house on the water. So it could have been Cape Cod, but because it was Wire in the Blood it might also have been the seaside in England. Irrelevant. There was a serial killer, killing children, I think. Anyway, so there were child hostages or something in the house -- makes no sense, right, dreams are like that. We're there and we're looking through the house (and by 'we' I mean the Police, except there are a whole buncha non-policia milling around also searching the house). And the kinds of people were crazy! There were NC people, there were Favorite people, there were college people, Pania was there -- she and the killer are the only two real people I remember distinctly, but I'm not going to tell you who the killer was, I don't understand the dream, I don't need other people trying to figure out what it means.
I'm fairly certain that we got all the children out and accounted for, they were all alive and well, albeit a little shaken. We're continuing to search the house for some reason; for the killer I think. Anyway, so we think we're SOL at this point and I remember Pania telling me it's no use or something to that effect. And I go out on the porch and come face to face with the killer and he tries to kill me because I've figured out that it's him.
Regardless to say, he's caught, I'm safe, a little freaked out, but safe and apparently I'm dating Mark Letheren,
aka, D.S. Kevin Geoffries from Wire in the Blood - whom I totally love. No, for real; he's spectacular.
Here's a question to ponder, that really ought to be pondered, by both myself and by a professional: Why are my murder mystery dreams the most vivid?