Dreams.

Dreams of a weird version of Dead Like Me, where reaped souls transformed into other animals. Kirsten and I were reapers and our first reaps turned into snakes. Hers was Non-venomous, but mine was a pit-viper, and i didn't manage to get the soul. While trying to wrangle mine, her reap escaped, and turned into a cat, and we had to let them both go. I was worried about telling Rube that both reaps got away, but was reminded (possibly by Daisy) that only mine did. I told Rube, and he offered me a snack. I had a weird craving for mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Somewhere in there, something about an awareness that the name of the first Reap was a version of "Will Graham," and thinking "Damn it, Bryan Fuller!"

Something, before all of this, about going to the movies with Bob and Rebekah, and the theater staff playing Tom Waits over the PA, in between movies.

Something about a combination of my family's houses, my dad's, his mom's, the place that was his dad's but which is now where my mom lives, in the city, and elements of the old place out in Olney. About visiting these places, and the people who lived there not being home, but being with those people, in other houses/parts of The House that didn't belong to them.

Weird connotations of death and distance and memory. Should call and check on everyone.