h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Okay. This week I have had as many vivid and truly weird dreams as I have had sleeps.

First night:

The Canadian Embassy in an unnamed middle-easternish nation was invaded. It didn't seem to be because of malice against Canada and no Canadians were in the building. In fact, people seemed to be free to come and go, as they pleased. I seemed to be in a group of tourists on a fact-finding mission(?!?) and was touring the building to examine the damage.

We were shown the offices, where papers were thrown around and it was pretty dirty and the ladies' bathroom the floor was flooded and it was being used as a bar by the "insurgents". We them went out back into an area that appeared to be under construction. While clambering about on the very extensive scaffolding, I discovered increasinf piles of bodies, either draped with flanel blankets or in large plastic bags (the woven plastic that we have become familiar with from the Abu Graib photos, only these were like huge potato sacks).

It appeared that these were the bodies of men who had been tortured for some reason. No one seemed particularly worried about my (or our) seeing what was going on and every one was going about their business without concern (even us).

As I walked by one row of bodies, I noticed someone poking one of the bodies. It was apparent to me, and must have been to the person poking him, that he was still alive. When the guy poking him walked away, I took hold of the bag and started dragging it away. As I moved along the the scaffolding, I noticed that the bag and the body were getting smaller and smaller until they were just about the size of a large baby. The temperature started dropping and I was horrified to see that the body was freezing solid. At this point I was climbing on the outside of the scaffolding.....

At that point I woke up.

The next night I was having a lovely dream that I was in this beautiful tropical garden. At one end of the garden was a large building which was much like the scaffolding from the dream from the night before. There were thousands of plants in large and small pots.

I was getting pretty upset because someone hadn't been properly watering the plants and many were pretty dry. I started carrying the post to get water for them, but there were far too many. So, I put the pots down and started looking for a hose to water them. I rounded a corner and discovered that someone had converted one corner of the scaffolding into a sort of holding pen for slaves. There were about 50 really small people, all looking like really grotesque wooden stature lined up along shelves along the chainlink enclosure. I then went out to find someone to complain about the fact that these people were being kept as slaves..... and woke up.

Last night's dream was perhaps not as graphically gross, but it was REALLY weird.

I don't recall how it all began. What I do recall was that we (the world) was being attacked by some sort of alien. The aliens, however, took the form of cartoon characters, toys, and novelty toys.

Television became dangerous because the cartoon characters in programs and toys in the commercials could come through the screen and attack people. Childrens toys and even toys and characters in magazines and billboards would suddenly come to life and start killing people.

The only hope was if someone could convince the marauding cartoon characters that one was a vegetarian.....

It wasn't until I started writing this down that I realized what the inspiration for this last dream was... Last night, I watched the first episode of the new Dr. Who series, where items made of plastic were able to "come to life" and kill people.

Wow. Intense. Interesting.

lay off the garlic before bedtime!

But the garlic keeps the vampire bunny-rabbits away!

weirdo!

az