A couple of weekends ago, I dreamed that I was being poisoned by a shady hotel owner, and that I died and my murder was being investigated by Columbo. Except I didn't die, and that part was a dream, but I couldn't wake up until Columbo stopped monologuing about every tiny fucking detail of the murder, and all the while I'm being forced to breathe in broken glass shards.

When I finally woke up from that, it turned out I had a nasty nosebleed from some seasonal allergy bullshit, and I'd been laying on my back and inhaling some of it. Don't leave your window open overnight when it's below 40 degrees out, folks... Or you may just get a visit from an affable and overly verbose sleep paralysis demon