Dream #8 - 8.30.10 - 8.31.10

Last night I was sniping people from my apartment window. I was working hard on getting a cleavage shot, for some sick reason. After killing a few people, I was being interrogated, but I was now Dr. House. Nobody could get me to admit or talk about shooting people, so I was free to go. I felt really bad about how many people I had killed, and found out it made me unlucky: I lost a lot of money in the casino.

This is some sick, twisted version of my recent happenings (Vegas, playing Mafia 2, and watching a lot of House).