I had a very strange dream the other night, Friday, I think. It was full of small time criminals, massive violence, sex, and an unstoppable Mexican assassin who mumbled under this breath, "No, senor. No, senor." I was in it, I think, but only through my own eyes; I wasn't a character like all the others. I was going down on a girl, the strange thing about that being she was very tanned and I prefer pale girls. I couldn't see her face. Of greater interest to me, though, was the assassin. I got the sense he wasn't an evil man, he was just caught up in extraordinary circumstances. Everyone he killed seemed to deserve it.

I don't have dreams very often (maybe once every couple of months); so, I like to document them when I can.