Dreams of Dreams

I had some cool dreams last night. Here's an intersting bit. One dream was clearly an X-Files dream. The next dream was a realistic one in which I was recalling the first dream to a friend, who said that sounds like an X-Files dream, and I agreed and explained that I'd been having those about one a month since I started watching the X-Files during dinner most days. Neato. You ever have a dream about another dream?

p.s. The first dream was that I got drunk and blacked out but couldn't remember how it had taken me two hours to walk a short distance in the nude. I blamed it on aliens.

More too much X-Files?

Yesterday I came down with a cold, so I left work an hour early and watched four episodes of the X-Files and went to sleep. I was sweating and tossing and turning, all night I was dreaming about evidence I had of aliens and trying to figure out how to interpret it and use it to prove it to everyone. All Night Long.

Too much X-Files?

Last night I was deserted in my aunt's house in New Haven, which was currently on a desserted island. I knew I would be able to forage for food for a while until I was discovered, but first I would have to survive an attack by the worst student I ever had. I was looking frantically for a good weapon in the kitchen, but all the knives were too flimsy. I chose something like a scepter, but long, like a broomstick. Then I heard her coming. I ran out to the stairway, and saw her and her boyfriend coming up the stairs. I lunged at them in slow motion, still deciding how best to attack. He retreated a bid down the stairs, moving back under me, while she was frozen in place. I smashed the scepter into her face as I moved out of slow motion, and then smashed him and her again, and so forth in a croutching tiger fashion, until they were incapacitated and I made sure they were dead by smashing them further, conncurent with an episode of the X-Files I watched yesterday. And then I woke up.