Yesterday at work I started clipping my fingernails. Yeah… I clip my fingernails at work. I also floss at work. I sit at my desk and read a lot of e-mails and type a lot of documents as part of my job. So while sitting at my desk I clip my fingernails and floss.

Which probably led to a dream where my fingernail and toenails fell off while I was trying to cut them. I could just pull off whole nails. It was weird. And for some reason I was not freaked out at all. Probably because I’ve lost nails before, but not wholesale like was happening in my dream. Sam was though, in my dream that is.

First day of school and I’ve got a strange dream.

In my dream I’m heading to work, but riding with someone.  I’m not sure who, but I know we were running late because I was shaving in the car.  While shaving I was also talking about all the crazy weather in Southern Ohio.  In my dream I was telling someone how there was serious flooding there, and a category 8 tornado (I don’t think tornados are measured the same way hurricanes are).  We stop to pick someone up.  The problem is we don’t know where that person is so we have to look through this slum-type neighborhood on foot to find them. I find a house with a mirror where I notice that I only half shaved my face.

A dog is running around my feet and I follow it (or something) because the next thing I know is that I am in a field with Carrie watching a field hockey game.  Carrie goes to talk to the coach, but its not the same coach she had in high school.  We leave to go looking for that coach and find her in the basement of Crandall Library.  The dog I saw in the slum is there.  I don’t know what Carrie and the coach are talking about, but I sit at the table and all I see are a ton of fingerprints and in the middle a huge pair of footprints.  I mean gigantic.  Jack LaBombard shows up for some reason (but he is younger than when I knew him).  He says something to me but I can’t remember what.  I ignore him and just go back to staring at the footprints.

See.  Weird.  Strange ass dream.

I’m trying to remember if this conversation was a real one or a dream. I have a pretty clear memory of it happening, and it seems logical, but the topic itself makes me think it was a dream. I’ll have to wait til Sam comes home from work to ask her about it.

Anyways, the conversation was about whether or not God could remove devil horns (I had a specific name for the horns, they were Pan horns than devil horns – curly ram type horns). I took the argument that he couldn’t. Sam was arguing that he could (which is weird… Sam is an aethiest – another point that it was a dream). I don’t remember actually points we made, but at one point I started shaking my head saying “uh uhn” over and over again while smiling (totally something I’d do). She then shoved me backwards, we were on the bed near Ginger’s cage. I then started tickling her (Sam’s deadly weakness, extreme ticklishness) while taunting that her laughing means I won the argument.

See. Totally logical argument between Sam and I, at least action wise, if not at all topic wise.

I had a dream that Mim and I were on some sort of road trip in my father’s old car. It was night and we were on a country highway. Mim was driving and I was reading on my Kindle.

I mentioned how I was going to nap, but we couldn’t get the dome light to shut off, only dim. I closed my eyes for a second and the car veered. Mim said she was nodding off and I agreed to drive when we pulled over. Before that could happen the dash board lights started to flash. The check engine light came on, and the gas light came on but then went back off. Before anything else happened the whole dashboard went dark and we were just about to drive into a small town.

So that was that dream.

I had a second one where I was hiking in the woods and there was a river gorge (not a deep one) right next the path I was hiking on. A little down the river gorge a lion and a bear were wrestling. An older lion was sitting in a chair judging their wrestling match. It was weird.

I had a dream that Sam and I were back in Queensbury at my parents.  It was summer, and nighttime.  We were out in front and there was a delivery man in a car on the corner.  He couldn’t find the house he was looking for, but knew it was right there.

He kept asking me who lived where and I really had no clue (its been a long time since I lived in Queensbury).  I offered to give him my number if he had any questions.  The only problem was I couldn’t remember my number.  And when I did the pen didn’t work.  After a while of trying different pens and writing a number that ended with my pin number (no i won’t tell you my pin) the dream shifted to a room where everyone was changing their skin color (there was some machine that did it).

When I declined to change my skin color (I’m quite happy with who I am and wouldn’t change a thing) I was called racist.  Then my phone rang.  It was Mr. Link (Linck??). Is it sad that I don’t remember how to spell his last name, I went to school with his children.  Anyways, he had called because he was locked out of his house and supposedly I had a spare key for his house (he lived alone at this point).  I got up (I was laying down for some reason) to go find the key.

Then I woke, extremely confused.