Torrefaction

I dreamed last night that I was Scully, and I was investigating a seaside apartment complex with unhappy secretive children and pathological adults in it.  Not sure what about that was requiring X-style investigation, since it's pretty mundane.  Anyway a woman came out on a balcony and started telling Scully everything that was on her mind - her life history, her worries about her children, all of her fears and obsessions.  At this point in the dream I've sort of moved off to a camera's-eye view, instead of being either of the women, althoug of course I was both women, it being a dream. This gave Scully the answers she needed to understand the apartment complex (oh, duh, I just got that: I have a complex. It is complex) but also overwhelmed her brain completely with all the information the woman was dumping on her, which sent her into a coma.  Coma being Scully's preferred way of taking a break, I guess.

I woke up at that point with half of my brain going "gee, I really must have too much on my mind" and the other half going "woo, I'm Scully! Awesome!"