I dream almost every night and have no problems remember what they were about. Last night's dream though was so odd that it makes me think I should be a writer for a show along the lines of the X-Files.
The dream was playing out like a clip from the tv show "CSI". They were showing people dead on toilets who had been drained completely of their blood. My co-workers and I were trying to figure out what was killing them. We came up with the obvious idea of vampires, but the mark on the persons neck didn't look like a vampire bite. After much discussion, we staked out a bathroom through surveillance cameras with a dummy on the toilet. We watched for a few minutes and slowly the lid to the water reservoir on the back of the toilet started to slide to one side. A black tentacle-like thing started to reach out to the dummy and attach to the neck. Somehow this dummy was extremely realistic and we had filled it with blood. We watched as the tentacle latched onto the dummy's neck and started sucking out its blood. Later we learned that it was a massive leech that lived in toilets and traveled through the sewer system feeding off of human blood.
HOW ODD IS THAT?? (Hey Stacie, I bet this dream makes you happy you still have an outhouse, eh?)
I also had a dream about a local teenage girl here in Faro stealing my car (I don't have a car in real life, just a big-ass truck). She ditched it in the bushes and I was going to tell her parents on her. She was upset that my telling her parents would lead to her not being allowed to attend a special school in Whitehorse and she would have to stay in Faro. Oh, and prior to finding my car I was learning how to play the cello (now that is really odd because I have NO musical talent; I can barely play my stereo). While playing the cello I was panicking because I though people might ask me to sing while I played and I sound like a dying cow when singing aloud.
And my final dream of the night was me watching my Grandmother wash her reading glasses in the washing machine and also run them through the dryer. They came out broken into a dozen piece, but they came out of the dryer in a box of Kleenex and those tissues came out untouched and perfect.
Anyone out there want to hazard a guess about my inner thoughts based on these dreams? I would love to hear them because I sure have no clue!