It was the socks that made me do it.
There are times I wake from an off-the-wall dream and wonder where in the world that came from.
Once I clear the fog from my head I can frequently track psychotic activities to a movie or television show I watched or perhaps a book I'd read.
But I could come up with no such explanation last night. I simply could not put my finger on a "real world" link that would account for strangling people and throwing them into the fireplace that heated an elaborate mansion.
It was only while cooking breakfast this morning that I remembered my dream dismay of discovering I was wearing mis-matched socks.
Which of course explained the brutality.
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