I had this dream two nights ago that I was driving down a street in my neighborhood, and the street was covered with dead bodies. Dead squirrels, possums, raccoons, birds, rats, cats, dogs, people. At least three human bodies. And I had to drive really slow over them because I had to get to where I was going, but there was no other way there except by that street. I drove my car over them. There were sounds. It was as though they all went out into the street and fell down dead, eyes still open and staring. The people's faces looked terrified. And I drove over them.

There were fire trucks and police everywhere. Something really bad was happening, and I think it had something to do with all the dead bodies. I got to where I was going, and it was a cocktail party. Everyone there was drinking cocktails. It was very uncomfortable because I don't drink, and I certainly wouldn't go to a party where all they were serving was cocktails. Stephanie March was there. I don't know why. If you don't know who she is, you can look her up on imdb.com or on Google. I remember wondering why she was there, and it was strange because she was the only person there that I actually recognized. Then a letter bomb came in the mail, and it was meant for Stephanie March. We threw it out into the backyard and hoped that the explosion wouldn't be too big. That was foolish. There was a gas station in the backyard. I kept grabbing at the letter bomb to try and get rid of it, but I kept dropping it because I was afraid that it would explode in my hand. When it did explode, it really wasn't much more a of a loud pop with some smoke. Everybody went back to the cocktail party like nothing had happened. I don't know why someone sent a letter bomb for Stephanie March. It was distressing.

And those bodies. I woke up and could see nothing but their pale, grey faces.

I wish I was making this up.