Last night I had a dream wherein I pursued a trench-coated villain who was allegedly doing nasty things to innocent people. The villain's name? Surgery, M.D. I'm not making this up.
I chased Surgery, M.D. through dark alleys, across bustling intersections, into a restaurant bathroom where she inexplicably disappeared. Surgery, M.D. wore a dark blue, rather stylish fitted trench coat, and smiled at me knowingly whenever we made eye contact. Towards the end of the dream I realized that we were, in fact, on the set of a crime drama called--you guessed it--Surgery, M.D. Everyone was laughing at me.
I guess that's what I get for watching the Law & Order: SVU marathon on USA last night.