... creepy dreams. Weird and unsettlling, yet fascinating and worthy of being made into films. The one I just woke up from concerned a home for lesbians battling cancer. So it's a big house full of bald lesbians... defiant bald lesbians I might say, because they are pretty pissed that they all have cancer. I have no idea how I am involved in this scenereo, but I am there and as you can imagine, a bit self conscious. Although I AM bald too... whatever... anyway, so one time I am walking about the grounds of this place and I look into the recreation/religious hall and I see a coffin with a glass side panel and I see a bald woman laying in there. At first I am startled and wondering who had died. I see a bunch of other woman... oh wait, I should have done this before... a bunch of womyn standing around this coffin and then I realize, they are all piling inside it and the woman who I thought was dead, well her eyes have opened and creepy-o-rama she is staring at me and she's really angry that I am eavesdropping. It turns out to be some kind of protest and the angry bald lesbians are all climbing into the coffin, piling up on each other and filling it like 1950's kids in a telephone booth.
I shiver when I think that my subconscious devised these images.
Another dream I had and it has been a re-occuring one, involves realizing that I have gone back in time and I realize that I have knowledge that nobody else has. My knowledge involves the fact that I know that creepy serial killer, John Gacy is doing what he is doing. And worst of worst, he is my LANDLORD!!!! And so I am living in this rented house and all sorts of scary things are happening, like I realize he is breaking into my house when I am not there. And I wonder, is he breaking in hoping to find me? And I have to tell authorities but there is at that time no proof or evidence and nobody believes me. But THEN and this is where it could make a cool movie, Gacy is starting to get the jist that I know what's going on. (Insert scary Bernard Herman music here). I had another dream like this (number 0ne in the series) involving that crazy, wacky kooky nut from Milwaukee... you guessed it, Jeffrey Dahmer. YUCK!!!
Should I be exposing all of this to my blog audience? Is someone dialing 911 and will the dudes in the white coats soon be pounding on my door? Please don't. Put the phone down. STEP AWAY from the phone.