I had the oddest dream last night...

[neoteric lefty]

After a night of heavy drinking, and cleaning up of vomit (not mine!) from the exterior of my car, I finally got to bed around 3 am. One of the subsequent dreams I had after that point was quite odd. It goes something like this:

I first started off in my house that I grew up in. I am grown up and everything, but there nonetheless. I hear the doorbell and go see who it is. I look out the little window on the door and I see a few dozen people doing various stuff on my lawn. I open the door and a woman closest to the door says, "Hello. Are you the homeowner of this house?" I reply yes mostly because I was weirded out by all these people in my lawn.

She then asks, "Are you a Republican?" I say, "That's none of your business but no, I am not." All of the people turn and look at me when I say this. They all start approaching me slowly saying things like, "But God is a Republican," and "Bush has made you safer, don't you understand that?" They all start getting very close to where I am next to the door. I say something like, "Get the Hell off my lawn or I'll call the cops!" and slam the door shut. After a moment, I look out the family room window, and there they are, unloading this huge moving truck and placing things on my lawn. I remember seeing a dinner table with a bunch of pictures put on it of people like George W., George H.W., Newt, Jesus, etc. I am really freaked out right now.

I call the police, and they tell me that they cannot do anything with out some evidence. So I find my camera and sneak outside through a side door. I slowly walk towards the truck from the side of the house. It doesn't seem like they notice me, so I kinda just walk around them for a few seconds with them being oblivious to my presence. I decide I need to get some pictures with my digital camera. So I frame up a nice shot and snap a picture. The flash went off and it must have set them off. Because when the flash hit their eyes, they jumped up and hissed. They then started coming at me faster than before but not too fast. I start running away, but still taking pictures and "waking" them up. I run off to a neighbors house with them following close by. I get inside and lock the door but they are still coming. They start banging on the door louder and louder. I can here them moaning and trying to fins a way in.

That was it. I woke up in a cold sweat at like 7 am. I have no clue what it meant but it was very vivid and very real. It seemed like a cross between Night of the Living Dead and Fox News. Maybe that last pitcher last night was one too many :)

edit: spelling mistake

[Richard D]

1. That'll teach ya . . .

. . . not to drink and dream.
Yipes. the horror.

[m-jean03]

2. That's pretty funny! n/t

[neoteric lefty]

3. its funny now

but I didn't know what to think of it this morning. And this dream is still fresh in my mind whereas almost always, I forget my dreams before lunch... odd

[fob]

4. You too! Mine was decidedly different but very weird nonetheless.

First of all, My dreams are usually recurring, I have a dozen or so that seem to rotate, kinda like sitcoms once they're syndicated and you just get the same damn ones over and over. Anyway let's just say it's been a long time since a NEW episode has made the cut. So here it is...

Background info: There are 3 characters, all from real life, names have been changed to protect the innocent

FOB - Me
Son - Good friend of mine
Dad - Good friend of mine's dad

I have had minimal contact over the last several years with Son, mostly christmas cards, an e-mail here and there and second hand conversation through other friends.

So the dream starts and I realize I'm in a house somewhere. It's cold out and snow on the ground. For some reason I intuit that I am in Alaska. Son then appears and motions for me to come sit down to eat or something. I move to do so and Dad appears saying "Hi, good morning". Small talk and I look around to take in the surroundings, it must be christmas time, tree, presents, stockings, etc abound. I begin to feel more comfortable and the conversation grows. Suddenly the scene changes and we are all waking up, Dad from his room, and Son and me slept in the living room. It's unclear whether this is a move forward or backward in time, but I feel comfortable still so assume it is the next day. In short order Son says he has something for me. Dad appears at about the same time and it seems like Son's announcement came upon direction from Dad, but there was no audible conversation. I turn around and Son is naked and has a homemade penis pump on and is pumping it up, he also has a second pump in his other hand and extends it as an offer to me. A quick turn as Dad's voice pierces the air and he is also naked and working HIS homemade penis pump. A startingly normal(?) conversation ensues regarding the effectivness of said devices. I reach to get my "gift", and the dream ends.

Anyone care to dissect that?