2002-04-21 - 1:53 p.m.
My subconscious must belong to someone else.

I had the strangest sequence of dreams last night. Sometimes I think my subconscious really is out to unnerve me!

In one of the first ones I can remember, I was at the parents' house and walked into Dad's study, what used to be my bedroom. Mom was in there, and she had a picture of herself up on the computer; she'd been playing with a graphics program, and the picture was all swirly in places and strangely colored. She'd made her hair all punk, blue and green.

I was about to make some joking comment, but then she turned around, and her hair really was all punk, blue and green. She waxed enthusiastic about it. "Isn't it cool? I couldn't find a picture of what I wanted Jody to do with my hair, so I did this, and she made it happen!" I was all whoa, Mom, punk? She kept saying it was Cool, like that explained everything.

Shortly thereafter I was in a car with someone, maybe Mom, headed out from town back to my apartment. About halfway there I noticed that there were all kinds of vehicles parked along the highway, and half the lanes had been blocked off for construction. As we slowed, a young man on a really impressive motorcycle pulled up next to us.

I'd seen him in one of my earlier dreams, that I can't remember now. He was tall, heavily muscled, arrogant, and black; he also had magnetic charisma, and I was very attracted. I know I've never known anyone like him in real life. He asked some question about whether I'd come for the fight, and waved at the building that was being constructed. It was a large stadium-ish building.

Now that I think about it, it must not have been Mom with me; it had to have been one of my friends, because I did go in. I lost track of the guy, but we got into areas of the building we wouldn't have otherwise, because he introduced us to the people in charge. We wandered around the stands and looked at the fighting area, which was smooth-floored, curving, and ran under the stands in places, which pretty much guaranteed that at times, only part of the watchers would have any idea what was happening.

By the time we left the fights had started, and we ran into one back-stage that had gotten out of control and the participants were pounding at each other even after their stint on the floor was done. All of the fightersl had strange costumes on and some had roller skates or some sort of wheeled vehicle. I didn't see my guy standing around, so I left, but I did so with the certainty that somewhere, he'd run into me again.

Awhile later, my dreams took me to an enormous mansion that an eccentric old man had set up as an obstacle course of sorts. He had a crown, and said he was a King; and we were to follow this route through the house, up stairs and down halls and through rooms and across wire bridges above large echoing spaces, while looking everywhere for a ring he had lost.

I got left behind right away; there were all kinds of notes and letters scattered with our names on them, only some of which were important clues; there were also platters of food and other distractions everywhere. I ended up about a third of the way back in the pack after several minutes, which I'll decline to summarize due to excessive boring details, and I was getting very upset with myself.

I caught up to one girl just after she found the ring, and we made our way to the endpoint, collecting a few more people along the way, but by the time we got there she realized she hadn't found the right thing after all. Now I was really disappointed. Not only was I not the one who found it, I wasn't even going to be near the one who found it, to bask in the glow.

Then the King walked up to console us, and being bored with his conversation, I looked up and started studying his crown. And there it was! A little circle of gold around one of the little golden spears coming out of the crown. I stretched up on tiptoe and plucked it off, and damn if it didn't look just like the little diamond-heart ring Granny bought me when I was a kid. I grinned at the King, and he grinned back.

At that point, I woke up.

*shrug* Okay, so I'm wierd. I knew that.

So what do I have planned today? Not a whole hell of a lot. I think the 5th-to-last Xfiles episode is on tonight, but I can't get much enthusiasm up for watching it. I like Doggett, and I like Scully, but Moronica is a little annoying, and I can't get past the absence of Mulder and the lame plots that the show has descended to and the complete absence of sense in the mytharc.

So I'll just drink some Dr. Pepper, read a little PD James, and catch some Sci-Fi channel. Not a bad schedule.