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Sleep Tight

Coming in from dinner last night, L. says to me, "You know, I really never remember dreams, but last night I dreamt I was with the guy and I'd murdered him and was shoving him in the closet. And I thought to myself, this is the second person I've killed. I've got to stop this or they're going to catch me."

I asked him who the first person was.

"Oh, Bob, I don't remember their names."

"So when did you kill the first one?"

"Not sure. I think maybe in a dream about a month ago."

Hmm, I'm thinking maybe Larry should be the one getting off the caffeine.