Had a dream I was a hitman the other night, was brilliant. My only weapon was a tiny curved blade that I'd slit peoples throats with. Initially I was hidden behind a fridge so I could take a knife off of one of the bad guys. When I was a kid I used to hide behind a fridge in my dreams also, mainly when a mental donkey was tapping its hoof on our front window trying to get to me.

Lyle, any thoughts?