Whodunit

I came home early from work this afternoon as I wasn't feeling well. I think I'm coming down with a cold or the flu. The Midget has a bad cough also, but she tends to spend most of autumn and winter with a cough, every year.
I went straight to bed and proceeded to have a very elaborate dream, that panned out just like an Agatha Christie whodunit novel. A group of women (including myself) were going through the household effects of a murdered man, each of us having memories and associations with different items, each of us having a motive.
I managed to solve the mystery and the guilty one grabbed me and held a knife to my throat. As usual, just when the dream gets interesting, I wake up.