And the flowers and the trees...
The sound of silence...

There is gloom and doom while things go boom...

Normally I don't really have all that many bad dreams. I do have them, but they're either not that regular or not that memorable.

But one thing that bugs me is how easily influenced my bad dreams are by outside factors such as things I witness in real life, watch on TV or in the movies, or have someone suggest to me. And that last one is probably the worst.

The most recent violator of it is my own wife. On Sunday night, we finished the first season of Dexter on DVD. Fantastic show, BTW, and I highly suggest you not only watch it, but do so on DVD and not the ABC (or is it CBS?) rebroadcasts. I can't wait for season two to come out on DVD. It's going to be a long time until August.

Those of you who watch Dexter know that the first season revolves on the Miami-Dade Police Department's search for the so-called Ice Truck Killer (ITK), a guy who dices up his victims into smaller kibbles and bits but only after completely draining them of all blood, thus preserving the parts quite well.

Obviously, by the end of the season, we find out who the ITK is and find out what happens to him as a result of the reveal of his identity. No, I'm not going to ruin it for you. It's far too much fun and you must find out for yourself. I digress, though. But it was a pretty terrifying couple of episodes for Katie and, as we watched other shows that night, she was seeing characters that resembled the ITK in most of them. By the end of the night, she was pretty freaked out.

Of course, I then made the mistake of mentioning the ITK just as we were getting ready for bed and she flipped out on me. This was when she made a revelation of her own... she was freaked out enough, especially after finding out that our front door had been unlocked for some time, that she was looking in closets and our second bedroom to make sure that nobody was lying there in wait. Great move on my part, eh, because from that moment on, I had problems of my own falling asleep. Slick.

I still don't forgive her for this. It was a rough night of sleep for me.

Then, of course, the next morning she revealed to me that she had a nightmare in which the ITK and Dexter teamed up with the Carver from Nip/Tuck and went on a spree. Thankfully, that one was relayed early enough in the day that it didn't mess up my slumber last night.

Totally Unrelated Aside (TUA): I just finished listening to the most recent archive broadcast of Secondhand Radio in which Karl interviews Kyra (Savy) and I think we should all join in some kind of grassroots campaign to convince her to post both details and photos of her Rocky Horror Picture Show days!

C'mon Kyra! You can't tease us like that! That's just mean!

Please?

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