I definitely didn't get comedians last night!
I was living in a very odd house with huge windows on the south end...I think that comes from talking to Chris about wanting a house that harnassed passive solar energy last night. What didn't come from that conversation was the field of poppies growing outside one window, or the two baby skunks that were living in them. I think they sprayed, too, but my brain must not be able to fill in that smell from memory. Either that, or having this sinus whatever is a blessing.
My best friends brother and her best friends' brother, who in real life are good friends, show up. Why? Just to hang out with me. I am taken aback, because they've never wanted to hang out with me, but I don't want them to feel unwelcome. I start chitchat, and they begin wandering around the house making themselves comfortable. At one point, one of them says, "Miss Beth, do you think I can have an apple?" I'm really creeped out by this, because these boys are close to my age. The other wants an aspirin...tylenol or motrin would be fine, but not in the huge dosages I keep around the house. I cut one in half for him and he kisses me on the cheek. What, am I effin' granny now??
I hear a doorbell, so I go downstairs...my best friend has been by, but she just came in to drop things off and left before I could see her. She's moving, so she left some things for me that she doesn't want anymore. They look like nicer-range disposable servingware and plates and things from the wedding, and I'm thinking how nice that is and how I can use them for Brownies. Until I start to notice that they're all still dirty, covered with three week old food from the wedding. (In my poor friend's defense, these servers had been used for Italian food, and she didn't have Italian at the wedding, or even these kinds of servers. And she'd die before she'd do that. I may have to share this dream with her, because I know it'd make her go WTF!)
I think at this point, my brain didn't want to finish the storyline it had already begun and was trying to wake me up, because things kept getting worse, but ridiculous enough to not be me working through my day or any kind of "message".
I got an image of a newspaper with full color pictures on the front. Six elementary school teachers had been taken hostage, and were sitting on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs in an alligator swamp in Florida. They were all crying and looking petrified. There are two men there, in these hats like Crocodile Dundee wore. They choose a pretty young blonde, and begin filling her mouth with an inflatable gag. She's sobbing and obviously in immense pain as the gag is inflated larger and larger. Then I read the text, and it says local pranksters gone activitsts indtended to make a stand for the plight of the American crocodile by making people who had spoken against them fight in even conditions with them. The teachers had been teaching some kind of crocodile/aligator safety education to children, which is why they'd been chosen. They were going to gag this girl, tie her arms and legs together, and throw her in crocodile infested waters. I kind of half woke myself up at this realization, and that ended this piece.
Then I had a Hero's dream. Hiro was cooking in a kitchen, but there was female screaming. That's because Hiro was larger than life, and the food he was preparing, which was about carrot size, was a female human being. He said, "Sorry, but I have to eat you to prepare to save the world!" Then he began preparing to eat her, Syler style, only he used a big butcher knife and a wok. It was the most disguting thing I've ever seen, my brain gave it to me in graphic detail which I am not sharing with you here, and I woke up gagging, that's how disgusting I thought it was. I really thought I was going to be sick.
So I guess even though my husband wanted me to sleep in today, my brain decided I needed to get up. Ok, gotcha brain! *sighs*