Had this creepy dream where I became a grave robber. My skullduggery ended up drawing the attention of this tall, thin, bald, yellow-skinned man in a black suit who didn’t take kindly to my desecration of the dead. When he attacked me, I cut off one of his hands; yellow blood spurted all over me, quickly congealing into a mustard-like consistency.

I believe the dream trailed off there, leaving me with the feeling that this man – whoever, whatever he was – wasn’t yet finished with me.