Sunday, September 12, 2004
Not the first bizarre dream I’ve had, and certainly not the last. Actually had this one several days ago, but it’s been a busy week.
I’m in a large room with a peaked ceiling, held up by wood beams. I get the impression it’s sort of an attic area for a house (that’s the nice thing about my dreams, the backstory’s taken care of- I knew in the dream that this was a workroom of mine without anyone telling me). In the center of the room is a huge table, taking up most of the room, covered in tools and bits of machinery and electronics. Windows ring the room, high up on the wall, and it’s night outside; the room itself is dimly lit.
And, scuttling about the room, are metal millipedes- ranging from a couple of inches long to almost a foot, made up of “I” shaped segments with a pair of thin legs on each segment. I have to take a tiny screw and jeweler’s screwdriver and screw it into the end of the millipede to de-activate them; but the problem is that on the opposite end are a pair of nasty-looking pincers… and, when you pick one up, it starts shooting pale blue lasers from each leg tip. So I’m scrambling around, snatching up millipedes, trying to fiddle a tiny screw into the end of each one, while it squirms around trying to bite me and zapping me with tiny lasers.
Don’t ask me what this one was about. Dream analysts, have a field day. Personally, I think it was the NyQuil gelcaps I took before bed.
In other news, Florida’s looking at another assraping courtesy of Mother Nature. What struck me about all the hurricane news was the number of retirees who lost their mobile homes. Crap, folks, if you’re going to move to a hurricane prone state, make sure your house is built to withstand one. Plan your retirement, in other words.
Being somewhat of a weather junkie, I’m actually hoping it takes a path similar to Frances and drops some storms on us.