Was I dreaming?

I hate it when the details of weird dreams are hard to remember. I just remember bits and pieces of last night's dream. I remember being wrongly arrested (or...charged with something) at some beach by this dirty cop who threw his badge down and tried to slit my throat with a knife. I turned, and he only caught the side of my neck...ow...lots of bleeding. The rest of the dream gets very blurry, but I remember it feeling like a 'cat and mouse' chase, where I'm doing a lot of running (it's neat how you don't get out of breath sometimes in dreams), and all the while there's this big storm blowing in off the ocean. I remember there were a lot of people sympathetic with my predicament and believed in my innocence, but did nothing to help.

Then the baby monitor on the nightstand went through it's "the baby is awake" throes, and I was snapped out of this freaky situation.

Weird.

Sadly, my dreams is about the most exciting thing to report.

Well, there's some excitement involving the real storm that blew through here yesterday and dumped an unbelievable amount of marble-size hail on my yard (and cars...d'oh). Nice how all the local forecasters missed that one...