Painful crick in my neck prevented me from having a fitful sleep last night. Instead of anticipating a couple of wonderfully weird dreams last night I had a couple of short episodes in between those short waking moments when turning on the bed means being woken up by painful stabs at the back resulting in little nightmares that has Johnny Depp starring as a serial killer. That would have been great ('ol Johnny in an other one of his weird roles that we always anticipate)
except that his way of killing people involved hiding himself on the roof and throwing bricks on passersby in the middle of the day. Not very exciting. I even got "hit" a couple of times on the arm while I was trying to run away from him.