Bizarre dream for this morning: Attacking Patrick Swayze and his evil and indestructible henchmen with rusty shovels in a cool house (locale, maybe Harpers Ferry?). Why? Why do these things happen to me? Why can't I have dreams about hot British actors, or even (god forbid) that one where you're in your socks and underwear in front of the whole school? why must it be the really, really strange stuff?