Magic Box

This was a non-lucid dream I had the other night...


I am in a big room packed with people. It is like one of those spacious convention halls or something. The walls are a dark shade of blue, and the lighting is a bit dim and yellowish. I get the feeling that I'm in a mixer or social gathering or party or whatever. However, there aren't any food tables, waiters, or anything else for that matter. No music, no dancing, nothing. Just lots of people talking at the same time.

I just stand there, scanning people's faces, trying to think if I know any of them. I don't. I scan the room once again, and this time I notice something: everyone is cross-eyed. I don't know why I didn't notice this before, but as the realization dawns on me, I can't help but giggle at how silly everyone looks -- eyeballs pointing in different directions, and everyone's conversing with one another like nothing is wrong. I can't even tell what they are all talking about, there's too much murmuring.

Then a blonde woman from the corner of the room starts walking towards me. She pauses in front of me and whispers the word "Eyebrows." I don't know what in the world she means, but for some reason, I just nod approvingly, and then she walks away. Then a bald dude comes up to me, pauses, and whispers, "Toes." Once again I just nod approvingly and he walks away. Over the next few minutes, the pattern just keeps going. They all just whisper a body part, then walk away.

The dream starts to fade very slowly.

But then suddenly, out of nowhere, I see a cross-eyed Barney Stinson (wearing a suit, of course!) walking towards me. He stops in front of me, leans into my ear and whispers, "Earlobes."

I nod approvingly, like I did plenty of times before.

He stands back, smiles, and adjusts his tie.

Then I wake up from the dream.


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Until now, I laugh at how silly my dream was.



True story.