I had the WIERDEST fucking dream last night ... even for me. Now, I guess I should put that in context, since I don't sleep much (I typically get by with about 4 hours a night, sometimes in two 2-hour shifts), I don't end up remembering a lot of dreams, but I have been WIPED this weekend, so I ended up getting 8 hours then 3 hours then 6 hours between Saturday night and Monday morning. So, by the time last night rolled around (and I was finding myself face-first into the pile of paper on my desk about midnight ... for the second night in a row), my brain was ready to do a doozy.
Now, I occasionally have nightmares of REALLY FREAKY SHIT, part due to my own "other plane" work, and my "intellectual" pursuits which bring me in contact with a lot of demonological stuff. But this one didn't have the "OH, SHIT ... THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING" character of one of THOSE things ... this one was pretty clealy just a wierd-ass dream.
This dream last night took place in a Big Spooky House that looked like an antique store after hours (dimly lit, lots of old dusty crystal and mirrors, drop cloths on random furniture, etc.). There were LOTS of strange folks around ... in the classic "overdressed for the occasion" look that lets you know that something's up. The ONLY "anchor this to a particular mythology" thing was that one of them was supposedly Barnabas Collins (from the old Dark Shadows series) who was supposedly my friend for whom I was there (the only problem was that this Barnabas looked more like Adam Sandler, was only about 5' tall, and looked like his face had been put in the fry vat). There were all the "usual suspects", vampires, demons, some strange sort of a werewolf (who I saw eviscerating a few people ... but in medium close-up ... all I could see was the claws and the torso), etc. It was like there was some sort of meeting/conference going on, with scenes shifting from the Big Spooky House to a convention center somewhere (where it would shift into one of those "what am I doing here, I don't know ANYTHING about this" dreams where I was manning a booth selling some plastic things). Somehow I had picked up some sort of "disease" at the convention center since when I was next back at the Big Spooky House my touch caused all the various Freaky Creatures there to melt into nasty puddles. That was about when I got up.
See ... I told you it wasn't worth bothering to read. Probably wasn't worth bothering to type, but I'd just read a post taking about freaky dreams and this one came back to me, so I figured "what the heck!".
You want good dreams and stuff worth the bother?
Heh ... I am such a propoganda machine!