This is a dream. This is only a dream.
But it's a NEAT dream.
My partner and I work for a top-secret (effective) government agency (similar, I suspect, to the one in the Avengers) and we were sent to infiltrate a new campus ministry group - the Rainbow Preaching Group. (to give you an idea of how cheesy my subconscious is - look a the initials. I snorted coffee this morning when I realized that.) We got in using the names "The Other Guy" and "Xena". I don't usually remember ANY names, so this is a real bonanza - three identifiers!
As we stood on the stairs looking down at what seemed to be a group of people standing/sitting around in a living-room cocktail party setting while a man - the leader of the group - talked, I noticed a little girl, about 4 years old, bored out of her skull, amusing herself by banging her chin on the surface of a coffee table. The thing is, her body was under the table and her head was through the middle - no holes, just through the wood.
Unfortunately, they found us out - after some time had passed - I'm assuming that because they had a name for me and I apparently knew enough to really hurt them. It was first day of classes and, dream typical, I couldn't remember where the rooms where or when I was supposed to be there. (My partner was teaching one of the classes, as I recall.) I headed for the office to get my schedule, was met on the way by a young student (played by an actor who reminds me of a young Michael J. Fox but it isn't he - I don't know who he is, but I know he exists) who was walking along with me, chatting. That was when they attacked.
Somehow, I ended up running for safety barefoot and wearing only a towel that kept slipping, through mounded up plowed snow. The young student was transformed into a linnet. He flew off in a panic and that was when I got angry. I went to the place where the group met, left a message and ...
And my partner's alarum went off, he got up and I woke up entirely. It's odd though, the thing about public nudity in dreams doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I think it's because I almost always know that I'm dreaming these days. Good thing that - if I didn't, I'd have to call them nightmares most of the time.
My partner and I work for a top-secret (effective) government agency (similar, I suspect, to the one in the Avengers) and we were sent to infiltrate a new campus ministry group - the Rainbow Preaching Group. (to give you an idea of how cheesy my subconscious is - look a the initials. I snorted coffee this morning when I realized that.) We got in using the names "The Other Guy" and "Xena". I don't usually remember ANY names, so this is a real bonanza - three identifiers!
As we stood on the stairs looking down at what seemed to be a group of people standing/sitting around in a living-room cocktail party setting while a man - the leader of the group - talked, I noticed a little girl, about 4 years old, bored out of her skull, amusing herself by banging her chin on the surface of a coffee table. The thing is, her body was under the table and her head was through the middle - no holes, just through the wood.
Unfortunately, they found us out - after some time had passed - I'm assuming that because they had a name for me and I apparently knew enough to really hurt them. It was first day of classes and, dream typical, I couldn't remember where the rooms where or when I was supposed to be there. (My partner was teaching one of the classes, as I recall.) I headed for the office to get my schedule, was met on the way by a young student (played by an actor who reminds me of a young Michael J. Fox but it isn't he - I don't know who he is, but I know he exists) who was walking along with me, chatting. That was when they attacked.
Somehow, I ended up running for safety barefoot and wearing only a towel that kept slipping, through mounded up plowed snow. The young student was transformed into a linnet. He flew off in a panic and that was when I got angry. I went to the place where the group met, left a message and ...
And my partner's alarum went off, he got up and I woke up entirely. It's odd though, the thing about public nudity in dreams doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I think it's because I almost always know that I'm dreaming these days. Good thing that - if I didn't, I'd have to call them nightmares most of the time.