As I was talking with my husband on the way in to work this morning, we started laughing about something odd or other (I really wish I could remember what the heck we were talking about). He mentioned that it was a good idea for a story. I then got to tell him about the cooking and eating people dream I had last night, and how that was an easier one, since I'd seen the movie in my head while I was dreaming. I also mentioned the dream where I was flayed alive and died. I'm not sure, but I think he's pretty sure that I'm scary now.