Tuesday night I dreamt my husband made a confession to me while I was looking at the mail. He'd gotten really drunk the other night with his brother. His brother talked him into another tattoo. "You took the last one so well I thought it would be okay." This one was of a video game controller (of course for a game system not invented yet) that was four inches wide and six inches long. I had to say the person who did the tattoo was an artist but come on... it was a bad tattoo! I was furious.
Last night the dream began with a search of public records to find out what really happened to my brother's friend that went to jail. (The only details I was ever given was that the charges involved a van, blood, and a 13-year-old girl. His sister was in the same class as me and I was friends with her.) During my search of public records I find that my husband has a stalker who works for the BMV. I click on a link to find out more about this stalker and suddenly he knows the whereabouts of us. He claims my husband filed charges against him for no reason so he's decided to make there be a reason. The stalker looked like a shorter, stooped, Harvey Pekar.
Usually when I have dreams like the last one I've been watching too much of a specific program. For instance, when I was viewing seven or twelve Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes on DVD each week I began having dreams with Buffy, Xander, Willow, etc. in them. I haven't read or seen anything with Harvey for a few months. The only thing I can think of is that I watched 1.25 episodes of Bones last night.