Discussing nightly dreams has become a topic with the GSC lunchers. I had at three last night:
The first happened maybe around 5 am, as it was punctuated by a rolling over in bed and a glance at the clock. My family went out on the ocean on boat, that contained two huge pontoons, the rest of the boat was made of a mish mash of tarps and cheap plastic. Really slow, and really manouverable, and the name of the boat was Sagedogs. I'm sure there was lots of other stuff going on, but the rest is lost in the fog.
Atsushi came by at 8:30 am to pick up my roommate John for the snow camping trip, and I could hear voices in the other room. I fell back into a deeper sleep around 9 am. This time there was a woman, with long reddish orange hair. And we travelled with a group of other acquaintances, again by boat, to some strange form of 16th century Italy. A dark haired, sinister Machiavellian man who had been wooing the woman and the trip over was there. It got dark and the three of us laid down in some large bed. The man and woman side by side, with me crouched uncomfortably at the foot of the bed. The man got up at some point, and I turned 90 degrees, so that my feet were beside the womans waist and vice versa. At this point we began flirting, playing footsies and kicking the covers around. This went on for some time, as in reality, my covers had done a 90 degree turn at some point in the night, and there was no longer any sheet protection for my feet. Eventually we got up, and the dark haired man came back. He wanted me to leave and I was saying he should go. He became threatining, as he was known to ahve a gang of thieves and thugs under his command. So I took a small, very sharp bread knife, and began hacking the fingers off his left hand. At this point he began screaming and noticed that his fingers were very small. I looked closer and noticed that his hand was the size and shape of a fork. Then I woke up.
Oh, and I also dreamed about Maid Marian at some point last night too. Maid Marian was Beej's brother (Beej is my cat), but he was killed by a car four years ago. Not much happened in the dream, I just noticed the cat, and start petting it, saying, "how come I never pay attention to you anymore kity?"