Woke a little over an hour ago from extremely vivid and prolonged dreams of multiple murder/suicide, not the usual suspects at all, some of the people I know least likely to harm themselves or anyone else, extensive electronic documentation, pixelated video of naked people on all fours, smiling and laughing as they received multiple stab wounds to the back, body parts drained over sink, incoherent, collage-like 'explanatory' emails. Woke wholly convinced that all of this had actually occurred, still not really shaken that feeling, crap.

Perils of an active imagination, I suppose.

Have decided to defer any further house shopping till spring, I think, lots of projects in mind for winter.