A terrifying glimpse into my brain.

Last night's dream contained the following elements:

• Wardrobe:  Sweeney Todd, which I have not actually seen.
• Water skiing
• Severed toe (not mine)
• Set: HBO's Carnivale, however we were actually in Miami
• Melanie from "So You Think You Can Dance"
• My friend Thelma Jane
• Karaoke

What the HELL, people?! I'm blaming this extreme weirdness of this dream on a combo of the heat and the fact that I saw a not-quite-full-grown-but-bigger-than-a-baby possum on our front porch last night. And also that I'm nuts.