Here is a story about a dream I had and it's really weird, but then again what dream isn't weird? I forgot most of the dream but the last part stood out the most anyway which is the reason why I can still remember it well...mostly. At that part of the dream, what happened was that I was in a role of Patrick Jane from the show called "The Mentalist" where I just solved a crime and for some reason working to help settle a couple's quarrel.

One is a prostitute while the other guy who is her boyfriend resembles John Goodman. I forgot the part of the argument so let's just say that they had a fight but from what I remember, it was their way of reconcilating and the boyfriend is in fact a good guy but the prostitute seems to have bit of an issue due to a one minor snag that kept the reconcilation from being completed. Just to let you know, the boyfriend was the one who asked me for help (or at least I think that's what I remembered anyway).

Knowing that the process of reconcilating really need a spark to give it a boost, I took out a Chinese firecracker, hung it on the kitchen, light it and dive right out of the window. I know the relationship will work out in the end thanks to this little stunt, because it did as I knew somehow, just bear with me since there was a scene I saw that shows it. I went into a car and realized it wasn't mine, but I heard someone yell, "Hey, that's my car!"

I panicked, hot wired the car and drove off.

As made several turns throughout the borough just to make sure I'm not being followed, but it wasn't easy since I'm never really used to driving a floating car. After running through countless stop lights and even ran several stop signs, I made another turn before finally slowing down and took a breather when I saw a group of people walking together with a woman leading the way with a megaphone. I carefully follow them as I slow ride along aside the woman and it turns out they're heading toward a cemetary!

As soon as we enter the cemetary, we follow the path as the woman with a megaphone said, "Okay people, be sure to watch out for your belongings and no flash photographies, last thing we need is a lawsuit from these people's relatives for disturbing the peace."

"You're already doing just that with that ridiculous megaphone." I muttered.

"Okay people, just up ahead there is a crypt built in a shape of a log cabin as a memorial to the kids who were killed in..." she said as I thought, "Blah, blah, blah, and all that jazz...whatever that means, damn you Fosse!"

But then I raise my hand while trying to slow down my bicycle and asked, "Isn't that a log cabin? It's still made of wood and why does it look like a gingerbread house?"

The tour guide then said, "That's a good question, technically yes, the crypt is a log cabin but the reason why it resembles a gingerbread house is that it represents the innocence of children that have been taken away by their deaths. As you know, in the story of 'Hansel and Gretal', the two kids were lured into the house by a witch hoping to prey on them, but fortunately the two kids were able to overcome the evil...unfortunately, the kids entombed inside the crypt were taken away by fate..."

I started to feel sad shortly before I realize that I pedaled too fast and rode right past the tour guide!

I tried to slow down but in the end I decided, "Screw this!" and jumped my bike high up into the air before landing right in front of the back entrance of the cemetary where I would proceed to ride my way out.