My criminals are always readers

That's right folks. In a breathtaking nightmare last night, I dreamed that among other things, I was being held at gunpoint by a man that sat staring at my bookshelf before he started firing shots. Was he upset at my book collection? Disgruntled at all the girly fiction on the shelf? I do love my Barbara Kingsolver and Jane Austen, among many others. All the shots he fired missed me, but whoa! That was one hell of a dream. I love my crazy, Korean life.