just woke up from what had to be the most bizarre dream i've had in a while...

i murdered someone with a dirty steak knife from mom's kitchen...except i don't really remember doing it - i was just accused of it and didn't seem to have an alibi, so i went along when some evil bitch (dunno who it was) said i was guilty and insisted on calling the cops...so the cops came (i was at some tupperware party-type event) and said they couldn't arrest me without one of the witnesses being there so i figured it was time to make my mad dash and get outta dodge...but someone was stealing my car (a gold lexus, btw) and i managed to grab a hold of the inside through the back window and the guy took off...so i'm hanging on for dear life and trying to get this guy to stop the car - ripped off his sunglasses, tried tickling him, tried hitting him...

and then i woke up.