Now here's a random thought, or dream, as it were:
Last night I dreamt Chad Michael Murray took me on a tour of a forensics murder investigation facility. Everyone who worked there was really cool, and not like the stereotypical trope of the weird gal/guy in a crime show (such as Penelope Garcia in Criminal Minds or that other one i don't watch, NCIS). Like, actually cool. I vaguely remember the lady who was showing us around to the different experiments they were doing. She was passionate and bubbly, but not overly so (and she seemed off the charts smart). One of the things was that she donned the clothes a murder victim was wearing, and they sprayed her with heavy fog or smoke or something...like a fire extinguisher, kinda. And that revealed evidence that told them all this additional information about the crime you wouldn't normally get.
Then, I lost my purse in a bathroom and Chad Michael Murray and I couldn't find the bathroom it was supposed to be in, it's like it didn't exist anymore. So we headed to the front desk area where I saw one of the most gorgeous people I have ever seen. She was like a French model, dressed in clothing that seemed kind of like the women in Prince's Under the Cherry Moon movie. Like a model from a retro Chanel ad. She had hair that was red, and then blonde, and then some other colors. It shimmered with light. She was talking to another desk lady about going on a date with her, and I felt myself blushing because I realized I was staring, and probably drooling. Chad Michael Murray asked her, hey where is Enid's purse, and she looked up a holographic map of the facility. And that's it. That's all I remember. Guess I never found my purse.
But seriously, subconscious, WTF. Chad Michael Murray?!