Mortal Mist

Another wonderful night spent tossing and turning till nearly the break of dawn. 

Fragments:

-Driving somewhere, think I caused an accident somewhere along the line because I was worried the cops would find me and pull me over.
- Someone introducing himself as Moriarty (first name) and I kind of remember asking a barrage of questions.

[F]
I am in a large convention center filled with kiosks and people.  For some reason I know there is about to be a foot race of some sort inside the huge place.  The strange thing about the race aside that it is indoors is that there is a puzzle that you have to put together as you go.  On the floor there is some sort of wide multicolored path that is partially put together with pieces missing.  When the race starts I panic thinking I could run the race just fine but putting the puzzle together on the floor will ruin my time.  I remember fumbling with the large pieces of the puzzle that don't have any distinguishing marks of where they go on the puzzle pathway.

[F]
I am at my parents house and I think a house party had just wrapped up.  I am walking towards the front door in the living room and a friend of mine points to some vomit on the floor in front of the door.  I tell him it wasn't me it must have been someone else.

The race fragment was definitely influenced by my run yesterday when I made a new personal best on my daily run.