Forgot to mention this unbelievably wierd dream from this morning: Kath and I and my brother are at my mother's house (presumably for a weekend or something); it's night-time and for whatever reason I've woken up incredibly early and I'm wandering around in the garage. I look out the garage window and this gang of 4 older men pull into the driveway and kick open the door. They pull my mother out of bed and force her to cook this gigantic and rather involved breakfast. They've also started to kick down walls and have basically taken over the house in a very short amount of time. I am outraged and confront them; they say, "I'm sorry, but this is the way it's done. We are the Dwellers."