September 14, 2003

Dreamt that me and my wife owned a mortuary in this small Victorian house. I had under my employ:

- a mysterious warlock who never showed his face. He was in charge of the various arcane rituals to prepare the deceased and send them on their way.

- a really hot Latina with the long black hair and slinky black dress. I think she was our marketing/PR person.

- several goblins/gnomes in monk's robes. They did all the manual labor.

- granpa in a child's body. He just liked dead children. He wanted to inspect each and every one.

My wife had just died, and a police investigator kept coming to the mortuary to investigate her death. My wife and I were "normal," and were the wholesome public face of the mortuary. The whole dream I spent trying to keep the cop at bay while my employees prepared my wife's body...

...and then I woke up.