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Am I losing my mind.
Early this morning ~5 am, I have a dream. And I actually remember it, hours later.
In this dream, I am in bed. "So what?", say ye? I was in the lower of a pair of bunk beds. I haven't slept in a bunk in 15 years. Unless you count the year I spent in the dorms. Anyway, it was the kind where the top bunk goes at right angles to the bottom bunk. I look up to see a dark patch on the underside of the top bunk, on the portion that hangs off to the side. Upon closer inspection, I discover that the dark patch is in fact a colony of ants. Not being thrilled about the ants, I look for something to get rid of them. All I find is a spray bottle of windex. Better than nothing. Totally ignoring the occupant of the top bunk (whose identity was never revealed), I spray. The windex actually seems to kill the ants, just not very effectively.
I'm then told (I don't know by whom) that I need to go after the black and red cylinder that they're trying to hang up, for this contains the new Queen Ant. I look down and there are a troop of beetles (yes, beetles, not ants) carrying a black and red cylinder. Both it and the beetles are about 4 inches long. The beetles are marching in 2 columns, about 6 or 7 ranks deep. The cylinder is being carried by the 4 beetles in the front. I aim my windex at them and the beetles break off allowing me to access the Queen-Cylinder.
Suddenly, and for now apparent reason, I'm spraying old people. To be fair, there's about a dozen random people, not all old, that are in some kind of jury box like thing, and I'm spraying windex at them. The old guy front and center is getting most of it and screaming about it. Off to the left is a guy who looks kind of like Callum Blue (Mason from "Dead Like Me"), and he's snickering. I'm spraying this old guy for quite a while before it dawns of me that these are people I'm damaging, not ants. Or beetles.
About this time my real body awakens and goes "WTF?" And I check for ants. I haven't anything against ants. I'm more likely to watch them than try to kill them. Same goes for old people. Must be a chemical imbalance of some kind.
Also, I spent three hours this afternoon debugging a code I wrote last year, only to find out I'd been plotting the WRONG COLUMN OF DATA, and that everything was ok from the beginning. Nothing to do with ants, but I thought I'd mention it anyway.
Early this morning ~5 am, I have a dream. And I actually remember it, hours later.
In this dream, I am in bed. "So what?", say ye? I was in the lower of a pair of bunk beds. I haven't slept in a bunk in 15 years. Unless you count the year I spent in the dorms. Anyway, it was the kind where the top bunk goes at right angles to the bottom bunk. I look up to see a dark patch on the underside of the top bunk, on the portion that hangs off to the side. Upon closer inspection, I discover that the dark patch is in fact a colony of ants. Not being thrilled about the ants, I look for something to get rid of them. All I find is a spray bottle of windex. Better than nothing. Totally ignoring the occupant of the top bunk (whose identity was never revealed), I spray. The windex actually seems to kill the ants, just not very effectively.
I'm then told (I don't know by whom) that I need to go after the black and red cylinder that they're trying to hang up, for this contains the new Queen Ant. I look down and there are a troop of beetles (yes, beetles, not ants) carrying a black and red cylinder. Both it and the beetles are about 4 inches long. The beetles are marching in 2 columns, about 6 or 7 ranks deep. The cylinder is being carried by the 4 beetles in the front. I aim my windex at them and the beetles break off allowing me to access the Queen-Cylinder.
Suddenly, and for now apparent reason, I'm spraying old people. To be fair, there's about a dozen random people, not all old, that are in some kind of jury box like thing, and I'm spraying windex at them. The old guy front and center is getting most of it and screaming about it. Off to the left is a guy who looks kind of like Callum Blue (Mason from "Dead Like Me"), and he's snickering. I'm spraying this old guy for quite a while before it dawns of me that these are people I'm damaging, not ants. Or beetles.
About this time my real body awakens and goes "WTF?" And I check for ants. I haven't anything against ants. I'm more likely to watch them than try to kill them. Same goes for old people. Must be a chemical imbalance of some kind.
Also, I spent three hours this afternoon debugging a code I wrote last year, only to find out I'd been plotting the WRONG COLUMN OF DATA, and that everything was ok from the beginning. Nothing to do with ants, but I thought I'd mention it anyway.
