So last night I had some strange dreams again. First of all, I dreamt that I went to have a friendly visit with my ex-girlfriend and some really little dude showed up after I got there. He was an adult but from a distance he looked about 10 because he was so small. He wasn’t a midget. It was somewhat clear that he was there with intentions of intimacy because of her reaction to me seeing him come in. I didn’t want to get all in her business so I was a little uncomfortable. I just wasn’t clear on why she wanted such a small man.
The second dream was more bizarre. Something happened to my eye and it came out. I was no where near as upset as someone should be if they are holding his or her own eye in hand and only casually trying to determine when a hospital visit should occur. This is extra strange for be because, if you know me at all, you know I don’t like for either one of my eyeballs to fall out. I was looking at it… and it looked like an eyeball. I was contemplating how urgently I would need to make my way to the emergency room and have it re-… attached, inserted, installed? I was only mildly concerned about it becoming unusable. Luckily when I woke up this turned out to be a dream. I have both eyeballs still – and I’m damn near 28 years old.
Last night I had a very strange dream that almost had an X-Files type feel to it. I was at some kind of house or building and Michelle was there. Someone walked past what appeared to be a bathroom and noticed blood all over the floor and counter. It was a lot of blood. Whoever that person was walked in the door through the bathroom and out another door and saw no body. The blood appeared to be seeping out from within the wall cavity that was between me and the inside of the restroom. We kept walking around and around but couldn’t tell. So I called out for Michelle in a very Mulder/Scully way and alerted her that it looked like someone was in the wall. On the outside of the wall in the main room were various storage cabinet doors. So Michelle came in there and we began opening then closing all of the numerous doors to see if a body was shoved into the wall. I specifically remember getting to some of the smaller compartments that were barely big enough for a couple of towels and opening those and then being relieved that nothing was in those either due to the condition that a body (or body part) would have to be in to fit. I actually started laughing at that thought after discovering that it was empty. Which is odd because I am the last person to find dismemberment and death amusing. We never found the body and then the dream took a very bizarre bad movie twist. Some people came in with pipes or guns or something seeming very threatening and some reference was made to the “last time” these trouble-makers came and bothered us. We started fighting them and they started running away… and then strangely enough as they fled they robot-gobot transformed into a couple of motor cycles, complete with Transformers sound effects. Then someone, possibly Michelle, cleverly noted that on the top of the motorcycles there was a digital battery charge gauge and that it was rapidly draining as these thug-bots escaped. haha, she even said some cheesy cartoon-esque thing like “Hmmmm. Low Battery Life…!” Like this was a foreboding clue to some impending plot twist.
At this point I’m pretty sure I was like “OK, what the hell?” and then it was over.