So... I just woke up from the most insane dream that i think i have ever had.

I was at a party... in a very upscale neighborhood, a la Hollywood Hills, and I'd been there before apparently working as a caterer. I was at the party with a made up female friend and at some point heard another party going on at the residence next door at a higher elevation. I went to check it out and possibly crash it. A man is on the outside and I observe what he does. He starts to head inside and flicks a cigarette butt before accessing the keypad. As the door opens a woman comes outside passing him and smokes a cigarette...

Suddenly, I have no idea why, I reach in my pocket and there is a box cutter. Without even thinking I sneak up behind her and slit her throat. I conceal her body in a large blue recycling bin. Then a male comes out of the party, not sure if its the same one, and I sneak up to him and slit his throat. I conceal his body behing a hedge of bushes. Then I proceed to go back to the original party and I kill everyone that I encounter stealthily, but I dont hide anyone and I spare my companion. No one sees me commit anything. At some point I inspect the blade of the box cutter. I take the fingers of my right hand and smudge the blood between them in inspection. Note: I have intense hemophobia, but I had no fear while doing this... I smear the blood on my fingers on the front of my white oxford shirt between the spacing of two buttons. When I look up I notice flashlights and multiple members of law enforcement that seem like the FBI. One of them notices me and asks to speak with me. I am being interrogated in regards to my presense at the party. I tell them that I have was at the party, but stepped out to get some fresh air and had no idea what had transpired. I remember being very nervous and pretty much telling a shitty alibi with many holes in it. The officer leading doesnt seem to buy my story and asks when is my next day of from work. I tell him this upcoming Tuesday, which is a lie, I have Monday off. He says that he'd like to speak to me then and tells me not to leave town. I ask for his card. I walk from this conversation to my companion whom, visibly annoyed, asks why its always something with me. I dont remember answering that question and I walk away from her. Suddenly, I realize that i conducted the interview with a smudge of blood on the front of my shirt. Then i wonder if I was recorded on any cameras. I go to check for cameras and run into a caterer that I apparently have worked with before. She asks me if I ever came by and collected my tips. I replied no and she excitedly tells me that it is a lot of cash, like $44 and gives it to me. I find the cameras. Then I start thinking about life in prison. I think that i will be there for the rest of my life because I just murdered, like, 12 people. I start to contemplate suicide... Then I think that if im destined for the rest of my life in prison I might as well spend my tip money on an amazing hamburger. Yes, a kobe beef burger with some gruyere, pork belly, and caramelized onion... My companion offers to give me a ride down the hill I accept. There is another person in the car that pulls out a joint. We smoke it. I remember that I am getting drug tested tomorrow for a job. In reality I am actually getting drug tested next week for a job. I freak out.

I wake up and realize it was all a dream.

I have never had a dream like that. Im like the nicest person on you will ever meet too. What in the name of the father was that all about?