yesterday evening I dreamt that...

I was meeting a train to pick up a delivery of gourmet chocolate that I would be giving away at christmas. I had been there before. I could still taste the chocolate as I approached the box car, opened the door, and was greeted by an attractive middle aged woman who looked like Dr. Melfi. We went to her house to get it. She handed me a sample, and instructed that it was a nougat that was best eaten if poked with a pin and sucked on. I bit into it and the syrup inside it dripped onto my shirt and pants, so I went to the bathroom to wipe it off as she laughed. She was getting into bed when I had finished and wandered around the house looking for her. There was a dead man in her living room.

I've been watching the Sopranos too much.