I Had some seriously strange dreams last night. The first was that I was in the Veronica Mars universe in ROTC… I was all Army-ing it up when all of a sudden the focus shifted to Wallace Fennel. He was busy getting out of a huey (that’s Army talk for Helicopter) that was hovering over a river. He had on a safety harness and was still clipped on to the chopper when something got caught in a poorly placed series of wheels and gears on the side of the huey and started pulling in the line that was connecting him to the chopper. For some reason he had forgotten he was still attached until the moment when the line went tight… He fought against it, hard, and it finally snapped off him, swung around the pivot point where it was getting pulled from and the carabiner that was attached to his harness came back with incredible force and went right through his helmet and killed him… … in the dream it was extremely graphic and my dream-self puked.
Then I had a dream that B and I were going out of town… we had gotten everything ready to leave, and slept in the car. But then in the morning we had to use the bathroom, so we went inside and the couch was gone. So was the table in the kitchen. So we made out for a few seconds, then my dream self realized that the furniture was missing and I started to freak out. At which point B ran upstairs, I followed… and of course we were then in my house from high school. We were trying to get it ready to sell, and our realtor was there — crying.
I’m not sure what it means, but I’m pretty sure it means that I had some messed up subconscious that likes to mess with my conscious self.
-Jon