Please don't kill me.

I had an actual honest-to-god nightmare last night.

I was in this big swanky hotel (more Ritz-Carlton, less that place from Psycho) and I knew I was in a horror movie. No one else knew and apparently I couldn't or didn't want to tell anyone. But I knew. It was the sort of horror movie where there's a serial torturer/murderer about and you don't really know which member of your motley crew it is until it's far too late, and I was fairly certain I wasn't the main character (which meant it was unlikely that I was going to survive). So lots of paranoia, not trusting anyone not to be the Big Bad, desperately looking for a way out.

We had dinner and I was feeling a bit woozy afterwards, so I was pretty sure I had been drugged so I could be hauled away later by the Big Bad. I tried to find the most crowded and well-lit place I could in case I collapsed and wound up in the lobby with this skinny teenage deskworker. I was also trying to find Boots, as she was the only one I could trust not to be the Big Bad. Don't think I ever found her.

It was extremely disturbing and I was still paranoid when I woke up. Even showered with my pocket knife on the shower caddy, just in case.