I had such a weird dream this morning. Some guy wanted to kill a bunch of people somehow (it was horrible, but I don't remember the details) but then he sort of mellowed. We went to his house, which was really beautiful. He had such nice, modern fixtures. His back yard was a great view of some very close mountains, and the way the mountains had formed, you could see the great slabs of stone piled up on top of each other like an opened book or a neat pile of sandwich meat. He also had this very small but old tree winding around the house on a trellis. It seemed to be autumn, but I could somehow sense the tree would be gorgeous when it bloomed. There were also a few monkeys there but I called them apes because it seemed more dignified.