Chronic side effect of current meds is to give me inricately plotted and very detailed dreams that vanish the minute I wake up. But last night I clearly didn't wake up enough because I remember the dream was about an author who wrote a series of ten murder mysteries where the murder method was always throwing people out of a window, or occasionally having people throw themselves out of a window, though how that qualifies as a murder neither I nor the dream protagonist, who was commenting on the series, could figure. And then I went back to sleep and dreamt something so disturbing that I didn't want to go back again, though of course I can't remember what it was. Though I'm pretty sure Jansson's Too-ticky came into it somewhere.
