last night's dream went all cross-group, and got my quakers mixed up with my writers. The most notable things were a) a sea turtle the size of a swimming pool, b) a hot were-sea turtle (swimming pool turtle's son) and c) Dave Schwartz with a hook and a hand instead of the two real, working hands I saw him with last time I saw him.

The context, what little there was for that, was something like, I was glad that when he'd been driving and had to swerve to avoid hitting something, it was towards his real hand, cause that seemed safer. And I said as much, and he was like, "do you have a hook? Then how do you know how it is to drive with a hook?"

I think I need to stop reading this book, because I am now rooting for the bad guys

Not in any good way, mind you, just a 'please make the pain stop' sort of way.