2001-02-08 - 16:05:01
X-files Dream and SNOW ...

I have a snatch of an old Simon and Garfunkel tune floating through my mind this morning:

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains ...

I woke up late today, with no memory of turning off my alarm clocks. I must have done it; but I was up late last night, and sometimes when I've had less than 6 hours of sleep, my mind goes on autopilot and pulls me out of bed to turn the alarms off without bothering to kick me into a conscious state. When my eyes finally popped open at 7:35, I was smack in the middle of an X-Files dream ... literally.

The dream had that heavy, viscous quality that makes every moment seem ominous and overly real. I cannot recall the beginning of it now, but I remember getting out of a van with Scully and walking into her parents' house. Her mother and father were there (yes I know her dad died early in the show) and there seemed to be some sort of waiting game being played ... we knew someone was coming, stalking Scully's mother.

I was pacing the front lawn, and everything was deep in the shadows of a cloudcovered night, when a voice hissed at me from the roof above the front door. I stepped closer and looked up, and was shocked to see Scully's mother perched up there on her stomach, head poking over the edge above the gutter, grinning gleefully. I had a moment of panic, then the real Scully's mother opened the front door of the house and came out, and I realized the one on the roof was the assassin. I panicked and jerked both of us into the house, shutting the door quickly.

Then, with the suddenness and lack of continuity that seem so normal in a dream, I found myself out on the back lawn. Scully and her father were out there, and Mulder also. We were all looking around, aware that the killer was here; then Scully gasped, and the killer was there behind her, with a different face and a knife to Scully's throat. Scully's father lunged in her direction, and the killer slashed Scully's throat, laughing maniacally.

Scully's father then (somehow) grabbed the knife from the killer's hand. There was another discontinuity then; he must have killed the assassin, for we suddenly didn't consider him a threat; but the next thing that I saw happen was Scully's father stabbing her in the chest ... I guess to put her out of her misery. (It made sense in the dream that she was dying but not very quickly). Then he stabbed himself in the chest. Then Mulder made some sort of anguished noise, picked the knife up, and also stabbed himself in the chest.

Then there were suddenly a bunch of paramedics on the back lawn, with Scully's mother; I was bustling around checking on everybody. I was standing next to the chief paramedic when he told Scully and her father "Well, you two are going to recover quickly; it's a miracle, really, considering your wounds!" Scully really looked awful with the slash across her throat, but it wasn't bleeding.

Then I thought of Mulder, and Scully started to ask, "Well, what about ..."

The paramedic shook his head. "I'm afraid he's only got about ten more minutes; there's nothing we can do."

Scully had a book in her hand. She looked at it with a sigh; it was a copy of J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Fellowship of the Ring". "I was going to read this to him and fill up his empty world," she said; "but I guess it's too late now."

And that's where I woke up.

*laughing* How's that for truly bizarre? The beginning seemed to be cut straight from an episode, but by the end it had gone totally Romeo and Juliet on me, and then ... Where on earth did the "Lord of the Rings" reference come from? Maybe because I'm so looking forward to the movies.

Aside from that ... It's a been a pretty average day so far ... unless you count the fact that IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S ACTUALLY SNOWING IN NO-BERG! HIP HIP HURRAH!!

*dancing around in circles in office*

* snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow * snow

Enough for now ... I must go watch out the window ... =)