Not restful

Last night, I dreamt the Catholic Church was directly responsible for siccing velociraptors on us. (Us being a random group of people, one of whom we thought was a lawyer but turned out to be the bishop's spy.) There was a lot of running and climbing out of high school gymnasium windows and trying to hide in an abandoned travel agency. And velociraptors.

I'm going to go ahead and declare that while there may be some anxiety behind this, there is no actual meaning attached to my every day life involved.