Dreams, Trekkies and Late Night Gallivanting

Guess what? After a brief window of up time yesterday, our computer system is on the fritz again this morning. Gosh darn it.

I can't do any work, so I'll use this time to tell ya'll about my latest weird dreams. I haven't remembered any in the past couple of weeks, then last night I had three. In the last one I remember before waking up this morning, I was standing with Ma on the sidewalk back in my old neighborhood in Virginia. The house we were in front of didn't look familiar to me, but in the dream it was. As we stood there, I was approached by a man who was sort of Bubbahubby meets Trekkie. He was around 40ish, pudgy and balding. The hair he did have was almost to his shoulders and he was wearing a ball cap. He fidgeted with his dark rimmed glasses as they slipped down on his nose and spoke softly.

"Come inside, there's something I have to show you," he said. Ma was convinced he was an axe murderer and was going to chop me in little pieces and stash the remains under the garage or something, but for some reason I didn't hesitate to follow him inside.

As we entered the house, with Ma waiting cautiously out on the sidewalk, the first thing I noticed was a tiny silver snake (not a live one) in the corner. When I saw it, I heard "there is no evil here" and I wasn't afraid. I followed him in to the seating area, which for some reason, I want to call the parlor. He sat down and produced a wooden box, about the size of a cigar box, which he opened.

I have no idea what was inside. I don't remember if I ever saw the contents.

Sometime last night I woke up when I saw giant metal jaws biting a hole into the side of a submerged submarine. Water was rushing inside and I was screaming at the men to get out before they drowned. I'm not sure where I thought they were going to go, how they could survive, but I was trying like hell to help them. I don't know where the submarine was or even if the men inside spoke English. I had the sense that it was somewhere cold. Okay, I know that the ocean, at the depths that a submarine would be, is going to be cold.. duh.. but I felt like it was in an area that was known for being colder.

There was a third dream last night. The only reason I remember it is because I woke up at four when I had to get up and nudge the thermostat down a bit. I can't really go into details about that one, although it was the most vivid. There was some cavorting and gallivanting, even some nudity, but not nookie related. It was kind of freaky.

Anywho, I'll leave ya'll to figure out what they mean. I'm gonna go find something to do so I won't have to listen to Bubbles call one more person to discuss her sick goat.

Ya'll be blessed :)