Speaking of creepy, some of the dream fragments I remember were just that last night. I think that all of this stuff got to me a bit ~ in one fragment, I was back in the building where I went to high school. (Creeped yet? hehehehe) Anyway, there was this guy there who I just didn't like. At one point, something happened (don't know what) and he was lying mangled (literally a bloody pulp ~ even though I didn't actually see it in the dream, I just knew) across a copying machine. Certainly dead. When I tried to leave the grounds with some friends I was with, the same guy met us in the parking lot. Not a mark on him, even though we all knew what had happened. We couldn't get rid of him.

Now, the operations of the mind being a strange and wonderful (well, most of the time) thing, I think I know what, uh, inspired this bit. C.M. went to the grocery store and I keep thinking that I was forgetting something. As we headed for the checkout, I remembered it ~ Kitt was out of dry food. I made the remark, "Good thing I remembered this ~ Kitt would have killed me! If you came home and saw a shredded, bloody pulp lying in the floor, you'd know what had happened!"

He took a little too much glee in that visual. Does this also mean that part of me is annoying and won't go away?

Another fragment I remember: I am sitting on the front steps of the house I grew up in, watching three huge storms merge into one in the sky above me. All three were the type with big, purplish black clouds that could spawn killer tornadoes. I was expecting an incredible clap of thunder when the three met but nothing happened.