Seriously considering therapy today.

This was my weird dream last night:

I let Hannibal Lector, as played by Anthony Hopkins, borrow my pickup truck (because I had one and he needed it) with some other guy. I was driving back from some version of my highschool graduation where my mother showed up wearing overalls like a farmer, and I saw Hannibal and the other guy in the truck. And I remember thinking to myself- why did I let him borrow that? He’s probably going to make a mess in it. And then, as I am watching him, I see him kill the other guy and I’m like I knew it! You just can’t trust that guy! But then I was also totally freaked out and so I called 911 and was trying to explain what I just saw and that the killer was on his way to my house- because apparently he was. And the dispatcher goes- “So the other guy is dead right?” And I’m like- “oh yeah- I’m pretty sure he’s dead.” And then the dispatcher goes, “ok, well we’ll send someone in the morning then- it’s really late and we’re all really tired. I mean the guy is already dead anyway.” And I go “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Because OH MY GOD- Hannibal Lector is on the loose and there is a dead body in my pickup truck!

So, even though I know Hannibal Lector is at home, I keep driving there. When I get home, I find that Hannibal has removed the now headless body from my truck and deposited it at my front door. At this point I have begun to think of Hannibal as my zany brother who kills people and it’s like so inconvenient but what are you going to do about it, he can’t help himself- but of whom I am also terrified. So I shout ‘OH MAN COME ON!’ Because why the heck should I have to clean up after him? I call 911 again and I say “Look GET OUT HERE because A)Hannibal is still lurking around and he’s probably going to kill me and B) I am not keeping a dead body overnight!” And they are still carrying on like I am asking them to bring me a pizza in the middle of the night! So basically I spent the hours I was supposed to be resting last night trying to convince the reluctant police to come rescue me from a cannibalistic serial killer. Seriously considering therapy today.