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.
Hex Flix!
Note: To all you Freudian readers out there, please hold your interpretation that, by dreaming about a vacuum cleaner, I suck!
5 comments:
Naw. I wouldnt rule out an Oedipus complex though.
I just found your blog interesting. Aren't you the girl from Roseanne? How come no mention of it anywhere throughout your blog?
Don't dreams like that kinda make you wonder WTF?? :) Have a good one!
Had a similar dream as a kid, 'cept it was a washing machine. Scared the bejeezus out of me at the time. Must be a fear of cleaning....
Stumbled onto your blog, BTW, after seeing Sarah Chalke in her Hanes commercial and wondering what you were up to - glad to see you're doing well. FWIW, my wife and I grew up in Brooklyn, near Kings Plaza. No place on earth like Brooklyn. Take care..
JM
Lecy, it's Noyah here from 1000 years ago. Doesn't even matter how I happened upon your blog, what matters is that one hobby I've developed over the past couple of years is taking random shots of vacuum cleaners, preferably in super-random locations, like woods, or a parking lot. (only rule is they can't be posed) So you are now an honorary member of the club. Try transmitting image to me with your wonderful brain power.
xoxox!
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