Dreams

Dreams are scary.  A lot of times a can't remember them, but some are still crystal clear, even ones I had years ago.  And sometimes I have episodes.  Yes, episodes.  And I swear that my brain helps.  Like it wakes up for seconds at a time to contribute creepy things.  This is the dream I had last night:
It starts out with me, Emily Wills and a few other friends.  I believe our original concept is to go see Catching Fire at the theater, but we end up going to Mass with our moms.  I think Emily's mom is driving, but it might be my mother.
So we get to St. Joseph's, and Emily and I sit apart from the others.  I see Mother in the choir.  I think.
Anyway, I'm making these high-pitched squealing noises every once in a while, and I bite my left thumb to keep from making those noises.  At one point, I bite my thumb, but I bite a hole right through it.  It's a tiny hole, and it doesn't bleed at all.  I'm so surprised and a bit frightened at first, but then I calm down.  I lean over to Emily and whisper, "I bit a hole in my finger.  But it's really funny, because it tasted like... like... barbecued ribs."
That is where my brain woke up and fed me the barbecued rib line.  That was from a Monk, by the way.
Moving on, Emily says something to me and then some other stuff happens.  I'm not sure what.  Then the dream ends.  Freaky, huh?  Even now I can taste the "barbecued ribs" and I keep biting my thumb and picturing it.