I didn't use an acronym, just said that the bishops' assertions were contradicted by the fact that Catholic women used birth control.

Helluva dream this morning. I'm trapped in an apartment with a serial killer and several other people. Killer is wandering around shirtless with a knife while everyone cowers in a corner. There is a selection of kitchen knives on a nearby table and I'm looking at them and thinking which one would be an adequate weapon. Dinner knives and paring knives and weirdly shaped chopping knives. The only useful one is a six-inch cutting knife at the bottom of the pile.

(whitefonted 'cause it gets disturbing) Somehow the killer gets fatally injured, and he stumbles into the room, dying slowly and noisily and messily right in front of us. Despite the horror, we're relieved, then he twitches and rolls over and he's not quite gone. I realize I'm going to have to finish him off. I grab the knife I'd spotted and realize I have to figure out where his heart is and how to avoid ribs. He's staring at me as I position the knife point and lunges up just as I'm shoving down.

I woke up just then with such a jolt I think cardiac issues again. I did not know my brain had that much graphic information in it--or the willingness to display it to my sleeping head.

Aren't you folks happy to be the recipient of do-it-yourself dream analysis?

God that's terrifying Connie.

I've been happily dreaming about Branson the Chauffeur from Downton Abbey. t /watches too much TV

Yipes Connie! That's quite a dream.

Gracious, Connie!

I didn't use an acronym, just said that the bishops' assertions were contradicted by the fact that Catholic women used birth control.

I figured, I was mostly joking.

Mother Jones points out that it was already a federal requirement that insurance plans cover contraception: [link] The regulations were passed during the Bush II administration.

Scary dream!

Tom Hardy showed up in my dreams last night, but woefully it was one of my very few action/adventure dreams and I was shooting at him. I mean, he was shooting at me, too, so it wasn't, you know, unprovoked. And it was classic Hollywood shooting and I didn't hit him, so he's ok.

I woke up from that all, seriously subconscious? And fell asleep and dreamt about checking out of a hotel. I had to sign some papers. And they had my Doc Martens for some reason. The whole dream was signing papers in triplicate. That's a more normal dream for me.

You were in a shootout with the well-mustached author of Tess of the d'Urbervilles? Mind you, I'm not being judgmental, I didn't especially like that book either.

Well, the Tom Hardy in my dream was mustachioed, so maybe yes! He was also wearing a scarf; you T-Hard girls know which pictures my subconscious was referencing. Although my dream antagonist was rather modernly beweaponed for Tess' era.

My brother went to Duke 86-89 and I went there the summer of 88.

hey, guess who is not blocked at work?