Weird dream last night, probably from watching Ghost Rider with the book club.

I dreamed that I had somehow inherited this sprawling mansion and five or six schmancy cars and I didn't care because the place was haunted and I was worried about my cats. Lights would flicker and hands would stroke my hands and back or try to pull me towards different hallways or staircases. There were lots of people there too that I didn't know and Sam Elliott as the caretaker (see Ghost Rider above). So I spent most of the dream exploring and being spooked and talking out loud to empty rooms to stop scaring my cats and begging the caretaker not to leave me alone with this big honkin' haunted house. I ended up giving him the schmancy cars.

I dunno. Meanwhile, I watch this:


See what kind of dreams that gives me.

I had a very chaotic, crowded dream last night. I remember that my folks' house in WV was overrun with relatives and my own preschool students. There was also a vampire who was attracted to the color red and wet clothes, so I had to confront him twice bringing kids from their bath time. I think I did let him bite me eventually since he was so polite about it, and I didn't want him feeding on the children.

It wasn't especially scary or sexy. More of a "Madam, if I could impose on you for just a moment? Please?" kind of thing. And here's a sharpie doodle.

Had a weird Watchmen/Neverending Story dream.

The Nothing had come to Karnak while everyone was there. So, the big fortress is being picked apart and everyone is dodging debris as it falls. Rorschach blames Veidt for it all, and gives a more righteous version of the Gmork's final speech. (Something like "Took away peoples' hopes and dreams of peace and assumptions of safety. People who have no hopes are easy to control." etc.)

Veidt accuses him of living in a fairy tale. Time to grow up and face reality. And then everybody fights while Jon looks on and the Nothing rages outside and at some point I wondered through with an armful of paperwork. That's my cameo, the Karnak underling too insignificant to even poison. I had a mortal dread of Bubastis because I was pretty sure she was what had brought the Nothing here. She looked awfully smug for homemade hearth candy.

The night before last I dreamed that I was on a hike in the woods when I met a guy and a his sister. He looked like a mountain man, and she was a nurse, and I stopped being the character and switched to the audience POV as soon as I met them. The character I had been was macking on the guy pretty hard, but his sister disapproved.

However, once they all stumbled onto the Victorian mansion out in the wilderness, the sister disappeared into the house, leaving the hiker and the mountain man to their own devices. Things took a Lovecraftian turn, when the guy kept getting more and more nervous now that they were in the house. It was his family's home, he said, and he had never wanted to come back, but he had to because his sister made him.

"Why does she get to make the decisions?" the hiker-girl asked. He just looked haunted.

"You don't understand," he said. "She can destroy us both." And then he runs off and the hiker decides maybe she should break camp and head home. As she's walking through the house, she sees lots of family portraits and there's a definite family resemblance to the guy and his sister down through the generations. She starts to notice though, that all the women have really bright red eyes and mouths gleaming out of the paintings. A closer look reveals tentacles peeking out from under their dresses and webbed fingers, and all the men look trapped and harried.

She realizes that the sister is albino-pale tentacled and finned thing that will eat her and mate with its brother, and so she makes a break for it. But of course, the halls are endless and she can't find the door, and under the floorboards, she can see something white moving and the occasional flash of a watching red eye, and that's when I woke up.

Last night I dreamed that there was a big party at the WV house and everybody brought good food and was interested in all my books, but then it rained so I had to run around and make sure all my books were inside.

It's in my own head, and I still don't know what's going on in there.

I had a weird dream last night. It was like Lackadaisy Cats set in a goofy 80s shoot em up action movie. The part that was weird was that whenever someone died, they turned into a cake.

So we had this whole table set up with different cakes and pastries with name tags so we could tell who had turned into what. The elegant society lady cat had turned into this fancy frosted cake and the plain, hardworking guy had turned into a corn muffin and so on. And as weird as that was, my thought was whether or not we could eat them.

I had a weird dream about being given this little guy:



He was a little doll that was part Spooky from I Feel Sick, and part all the chibi Rorschach's I've seen over the last few days. He could talk, but not aloud, though I didn't realize that no one else could hear him. I carried him around in my hood. He had something he wanted me to do, but I can't remember what it was, only that I didn't think I wanted to do it. He was disappointed and told me I wasn't ready yet. While I was arguing with him that just because I wouldn't do it didn't mean I couldn't, my sister leaned in and informed me that she was going to make me a hat out of aluminum foil. She seemed a bit sarcastic, but I remember being cheerful about the idea.


In less cheerful news, there was another suicide in town this weekend. It was a man in his early 20s again. I knew his parents, so it's pretty sad.

You know you have had a weird dream when it starts out with Sir Ian McKellen sending you on an errand to get something from his old house, and ends with you beating Ed Gein (in Victorian attire) to death with a chair.

I'm not sure I even want to know the symbolic meaning of that.

Well, it's a Friday morning and the snow is blowing sideways past the window. It looks almost like bees.

I had one of my video game dreams last night, which is weird for someone who hasn't played a video game since the first Bloody Roar. I was in a group of special forces people (or something) who had been sent to a mental hospital (or something) and once we were there, we couldn't get out. The building was huge and rambling, all hallways, stairways, and every now and then, something would jump out at us.

So we wandered around most of the night getting picked off one by one. Some mutanty werewolves bit one of the group (his name was Jerome) and he locked himself up in a room with one of them. That left us with just three, me, the leader, and a woman who was suddenly psychic now that she was in the building. We made out way out of the building and took off, but everywhere we went, people were crazed. We were nearly run over several times by maniacs in cars, so we decided to head up into the woods. Brilliant, no?

The woods were all slimy, and tangled in vines. It was like they had been made out of spare squid parts. Every so often, we'd find a person shambling around, also slimy. Finally, the squiddy woods got so thick, we had to stop. and then we realized that through the vines we could see a window pane. After all that, we were still inside. Which ticked us all off no end. So the guns came out and we blasted our way through. As we climbed out the window into what we hoped was the the world. The psychic lady got a flash that Jerome would kill all the bad guys inside.

Then I woke up and had to scramble. I'm just glad my brain got to a good stopping point before that.