To sleep, perchance to dream..for in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

Here is my dream from last night:

I was inside of an abandoned building trying to escape from the nefarious Johnny Condo (don't ask me how I knew his name was Johnny Condo, sometimes in dreams you just know the important details). And who the bleep is Johnny Condo? Johnny Condo is not a regular person but a 4 1/2 foot tall paper doll cut from carpet pad instead of paper, (I'll blame that part on my Dad). One side of his body is covered with small nails sticking out of the pad, and he has a thin strip of wood running down the middle from head to waist with gold plated quarters glued to it. A diabolical heathen indeed. Johnny Condo, aided by his giant pet alligator that he controls with his ingenious mind, was trying to kill me. I find it interesting that the dream made sure I knew his name was Johnny Condo but didn't see fit to inform as to why this oversized escapee from the crib of Rosemary's baby wanted me dead. I spent all night running from room to room in this abandoned building trying to stay alive. Many of the rooms had other weird things in them that I had to escape from, but I won't bore you with the details because none of it was as awesome as Johnny Condo and his pet alligator.