All my dreams are things straight out of David Lynch movies.
The most recent one is kind of personal, but I'll share it anyway. I walk in to this room that's lit only by a television screen on the ceiling that's playing nothing but static. It's a long ballroom sort of room, though It's almost entirely emppty. It's raining very hard outside, though there is no noise coming from it. There's this odd, quiet, piano music playing in the back. Going horizontally across the room is a long white table. People are seated only on one side, and they are all dressed in white. They all also have white masks that conceal their faces. They're forcing some sort of veal under their masks. They're all whispering something. Every time I sit down in front of one of them, I recognize them as my friends saying something critical of me.
"Ethan, you're such a f**king loser."
"Jesus Christ, man, don't you ever get a clue?"
"I don't ever want to see you again. Ever!"
It's nerve-wrecking. Then I finally sit down on the far end of the table. There's a woman sitting there with no mask on. She has a black void that occupies her face. She cannot speak. When I ask what she is saying, she begins to cry. Then she takes her fork and stabs herself in the face. She starts bleeding black blood and it turns the table and my suit all black. Then all the others stand and pull their masks up. They all have black voids for faces. The tv stops playing static. On the screen you can see a man coming out of a closet, floating. He turns towards the screen and screams, "SECOND MEASURE." By that point I'm awake.
Sorry if I depressed anyone... *sigh*
On a lighter note, I also had this dream where I was watching Monty Python, only the entire cast was replaced by famous serial killers: Jeffrey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy, Hannibal Lecter, and others. It's hilarious, especially when Lecter tries to eat Gacy.
"Mmmm, you delicious tub of lard! Fthfthfthfthfth!"
