So, my dreams are vivid, wild things. They always have been. I keep a dream journal sporadically, but I should keep it all the time.

Last night, after watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo my dreams were even wilder.

First I dreamed I was ranting at parents I do not own as to why they named me Kate instead of Lisbet, which was suuuuuch a cool name. I was fourteen. My eyes were stiff with all the black liner, and I had a tongue piercing. I couldn’t deal with a tongue piercing in real life.

Next I dreamed my master bath shower had black stuff coming down the walls. It looked like someone took black mulch and let it drift down from the top of the shower. Of course, I went for the Mean Green Bissell carpet cleaner to remove the mulch. Wouldn’t you?

While I was cleaning the mulch, Stellan Skarsgard came into my bathroom and sat down on the lid of the commode. He lumbered in, wearing jeans, boots and an untucked maroon button down.  He offered me  one of the two  brandy snifters he carried, and patted his lap for me to sit down. I worried about where my husband was, but took the chance anyway.

Once I was seated, he said, “Do I have a book plot for you.”

I don’t remember another damned thing from the dream. If anyone finds it, please post a comment here. I’d really, really like to know what he said.

And last but not least, if I’m going to dream about one of the Skarsgards, I’d like to request the next one be about Alexander, and there be no cleaning involved.