Just bits of two dreams: my sister and I were in a spy organization along with a couple other friends. I was trying out two guns, one which was long and thin but which I forget what it did, and another that was much shorter and fatter. This latter gun fired an invisible pulse which either broke glass or disabled anything electronic. I had a ton of fun just shutting down fans, radios, TVs, and other equipment I could find around the halls of Harvard. At some point, we had to go back in time to medieval Europe and fight evil spirits or something. One of my friends learned how to summon skeletons to fight for us.

Second part: I was on a small enclosed wooden ship with the two spy friends, both women. We had been called in because of two small wood boxes in the back that looked like they contained life preservers, but which the owners believed had been cursed. We were holding down the place while an expert, an old witch, was on her way to seal the boxes for good. She was short with graying hair and a twisted grin, and I immediately distrusted her. As she went about peering into the boxes with her wand, I would stand next to her and keep one hand on the lid, just to make sure she wasn't summoning anything out of them. We were all nervous as she really seemed to be exuding an evil aura. But I was unprepared for the appearance of skeletons around us, instead of from the boxes! The witch herself was surprised, so I looked around to find my friend with her eyes closed, concentrating on the summoning. I didn't know who the good and bad guys were anymore. Then, as they were closing in on us, the witch dismissed them with a wave of her wand.

The boat became a small ranch-style house in a suburb, and we waited for "Dad" to get home. He was a redneck guy in a wife-beater and jeans, in his 50s and smoking a cigarette. Something was up with him for sure. I kept one eye on him and another out the window. He was busy setting up some spy equipment, but for some reason I thought it was a doomsday machine or some such thing. Suddenly, out the window, I saw a huge amount of graffiti spraypainted on our lawn and sidewalk. I don't remember what they said, but we were all alarmed by it. I took it as a further sign that someone knew something bad was happening in the house.

posted by Larry at 8:08 AM

The tail end of a dream: I was in a 30's-style mafia, complete with oversized brown coat and fedora. Me and another fellow were ransacking a rival gangmember's apartment, throwing stuff around to teach him a lesson. I had with me a little pen-shaped gun; when I pressed the top, a shower of small bullets sprayed out. I used it in his pantry to tear up a bunch of documents and some food. Fear gripped me immediately, as it was just loud enough to wake up one of the neighbors, a middle-aged woman who came out in the hall and started to shout. We raced out of there, my friend down the elevator and I down the stairs. I could hear her screams for the police receding in the background as I leaped down whole flights at a time. When I reached the bottom, ten floors down, I panicked as I didn't know which way to turn. I chose right, and of course walked directly into the detective as he was entering the building. They grabbed both me and my friend. I woke up with my heart still beating strong.

posted by Larry at 8:00 AM