Retribution

Last night, I intended to go to the gym for my twice-weekly cardio tai box class (that I know Steve secretly likes) and then maybe do some weights.

However, instead, I fell asleep at 6:45pm and did not awake until 7:30am the next morning. Yes, I slept for 12 hours and 45 minutes, missing dinner along the way.

I did not awaken unscathed - I had two unsettling dreams. Was this punishment for sleeping so much and missing my workout?

The first dream had something to do with being in someone's rather large house. There were lots of stairs and rooms. Everyone was asleep. I was in there with a few other people, and I can't remember why I was there, but I was trying to get out. Apparently, three or four men lived in this house. One woke up and was going to the bathroom. He saw me and I was forced to lock him in the bathroom.

I snuck around the house trying to escape without detection. Unfortunately, I ended up dispatching the remaining roommates on my way out of the house. I believe I dispatched them with a silencer-equipped gun.

The second dream involved an insect that had attached itself to my houseplant. In my dream, this houseplant was very important to me, like an old family friend, but apparently, I had not been taking care of it properly and it was growing out of control. It needed pruning. Luckily, my sister drove a miniature spaceship replete with miniature missiles. Well, at first the plant was sitting at the top of a window on the frame. I took aim with the miniature spaceship and fired. I missed - and expected an unfortunate explosion. Instead, the plant fell (insect and all) to the ground and the missile lodged in the shades, unexploded.

The next part consisted of trying to get the missle down safely, near the insect so I could detonate it and destroy the insect (don't ask me why the plant would still be OK, but somehow it would be). Well, I finally got the missile to detonate (but by this time, the missle turned into a white capsule looking thing). I was knocked off my feet, and opened my eyes in time to see the insect shake itself, generating what looked like rain that fell from its underside, and then escape through the open front door.

I looked out the door to see, with disappointment, the insect hop in my car and drive off.

It was a sad moment indeed, to have my car stolen by an alien insect.

Knowing that dreams are often our subconscious minds speaking to us, making sense of what we've experienced or learned, I spent maybe a minute trying to decipher the meaning of these two dreams.

I'm baffled.