i had this dream last night where i was hosting a tea party and everything was going well and i was graceful and accommodating (yet not entirely sincere), drifting from corner to corner of the house, striking up six or seven words with each of my guests as i passed them.
and then these people started falling over dead and i realized a pack of killers was on the loose somewhere.
i found one and killed him and ordered my guests to crawl into my secret underground exit so we could escape in the sewers.
at this point, the police were onto me for the man i had killed, so i had these crazy killers and the law on my tail.
then my brother got lost in the sewer and i found myself alone with my sister and a stranger in this disgusting little room, rust covered and dripping with god knows what.
i started making out with the stranger, and it was all very strange.