Last night I dreamed that my boss died. I never really figured out how he died, but I'm pretty sure it was some health issue. And I was really sad, mostly for his wife and daughter.

Then I dreamed that my brother killed his girlfriend and stuffed her body in an Ikea furniture box, which is totally absurd because he doesn't even have a girlfriend and we all know there is no way a human body could fit into an Ikea box. That's the marvelousness of their furniture engineering. Then, when he told me what he did, I raced to the police station on my motorcycle to turn him in. Apparently in my dreams blood is NOT thicker than water.

I have no idea what is going on with these weird dreams. I've been having them all week, and it's really starting to weird me out. I could always blame it on the hormones, but I fear there may be some more deeply rooted psychological issues going on here.