WaaayOutThere

What a morning of dreams!
It started off with me meeting up with a guy I really liked. He looked like Peter Schilling who sang "Major Tom" in the 80's - cute, but a little creepy. He seemed interested and asked if I could help him. He had a white tee shirt he wanted to decorate in a Monty Python style. He grabbed my right wrist and slit it vertically with a razor blade. It started bleeding profusely, so I wiped the blood on the shirt. Oh, I thought, this is the killer rabbit tee shirt! Then when the bleeding had all but stopped, this guy caught my left wrist and slit it! Again, I wiped the blood on the shirt. I was scared now because I didn't know who the razor blade had been used on previously, and I wondered if I was contracting HIV doing this. The guy kept fingering the razor blade and sticking his own fingers. I wondered if he was healthy. Not mentally, I assumed, but I still liked him. We went to a drug store and while in line at the pharmacy, I gave him a big hug. He winced and said I shouldn't do that, his ribs on his left side were very tender.

Next dream, I was back at my childhood home. I was getting it on with a young Chris Tucker in the living room. Then I went to my room and closed the door. Suddenly my family barged in wearing hoods. Kind of freaky. I had not put my turtleneck back on yet, and I wondered if my mother would figure out what I'd been up to in the living room. She didn't seem to notice though, and she didn't say anything.

Next dream, I left the house to go to the store. As I drove down the street, my car shrank so small I could barely fit in it. I made it to the store though and went inside. Everyone was really friendly, saying hello, good to see me etc, and then as I walked up to the counter in the back, I realized to my horror that I was not wearing any pants. I had my pants with me, so I took them out and tried to figure the most discreet way of putting them on. I sat down in the floor and then thought how dirty it probably was, and I was in my underwear! So I stood and leaned against the counter, slipped the pants over my feet, and finally got them up with much struggle. I wondered why no one had said anything about me wandering pantsless through the store.