After an evening spent riding a Ghost Train, and being menaced by people in rubber fright-masks it's hardly surprising I had some pretty weird dreams last night.
The one I remember most clearly was about a team of contract killers, who I had to dispose of bodies for. I think. I didn't actually see anything gory in the dream, so it's odd that I had that very distinct impression of my role without handling actual corpses in the dream.
I was particularly concerned because I was certain I'd left a fingerprint somewhere, very specifically I'd left my right hand middle fingerprint on something, and I was worried. I was mainly concerned about the finger print because I knew the immigration department would be running checks on my prints, and if they were found to connect to an unsolved crime that would be bad.
It was a very odd dream, for lots of reasons obviously, but I like how my sub-conscious takes a really horrific starting point and then relates to the red tape of my visa application.
Oh, and in case anyone from the Immigration Service is reading this, I have never in actual fact seen a real live dead body, much less tried to dispose of one in an inappropriate or illegal manner. Brownie Guide honour.