Thursday, May 29, 2008
The other night I had a dream about a possessed vacuum cleaner.
In the dream, I was watching a movie about a possessed vacuum cleaner.
Then, I looked out the window, and in the distance, saw the same possessed vacuum cleaner pass, swiftly and silently, through a pastoral setting, from right to left.
Then, the vacuum cleaner passed by again, from right to left, this time closer; And again, from right to left--closer still!
It was like one of those still-cam, time-lapse shots: clouds passing, light changing, etc.
I turned away from the window, and the possessed vacuum cleaner was right there, in my living room!
I ran to the front door, opened it and went outside.
There was a flash!
Then, I saw a inde dude with a huge beard and shades with a camera in his hand, standing aside a large black box.
He had just taken a picture of my fearful reaction to the possessed vacuum cleaner!
It was like a weird horror version of Punk'd--Like Net Flix, but equipped with an inde film team at your door.
Note: To all you Freudian readers out there, please hold your interpretation that, by dreaming about a vacuum cleaner, I suck!