I had a dream that I found my wallet under a pile of clothes. In reality, it's missing.

Then I was at a dinner table with some people I didn't know. A man at the table got up and went outside. I went to the window to watch him. He beat and killed an elderly woman and I started screaming. He came back in the house and I ran upstairs. Then he killed his young son. I was shaking and crying, in disbelief. He did it all so non-chalantly.

The dinner group called me to the table. I came in the room and called him a monster. Then I woke up.

Maybe it's because I'm reading Crime and Punishment for my book club. Hmpphh...