Hope Rides Alone

I’ve been having really weird dreams this week:

Three nights ago I dreamed about having to move big bags of something that kept spilling from one car into another car (and stacked videos, the old ones in black cases) and I was standing between these two cars in a parking lot. Then some people (might have been the Heroes cast, I dunno … one of them looked like Niki/Jessica but her shirt kept changing from blue to red to light purple) approached from the distance on the other side of the car I was unloading from and I had to shoot them with a funky old-fashioned pistol.

Then it started all over again. I had to do it a lot. Over and over … so I would think ‘ok, I’ve gotta put these bags into this car and one will spill and that’s my cue to shoot them.’

… I don’t want to think about what all that means …

Two nights ago I dreamed that I was the Tenth Doctor (sometimes I was Ten and sometimes I was watching Ten) and in Torchwood. I was chatting with Jack (the rest of Torchwood was there too, I think) and it was rather casual but then he said something I replied in all seriousness, possibly channeling Nine: “You’ll have to torture me” and it got really tense and scary.

That frightens me.

Last night/this morning I dreamed (among other, more confuzzling things I can’t remember) that I was pregnant and attacked/spared/befriended by weretigers in a distant, previously-unkown land. There was also a log bridge and some nice natives I had to communicate with via charcoal sketches.

And THEN I was watching a fast-paced Heroes V3 promo that was set to insistent violins. I don’t remember much but CLAUDE WAS IN IT! I think he was slapping someone! After it was over I remember squeeing, and then I woke up and was very disappointed that it hadn’t been real.

*sigh* I hope this means Claude is coming back!