Thursday, October 24, 2002

Let's Not Try To Analyze This One, Okay?

I had another Buffy dream this morning. Actually, it didn't start out as a Buffy dream. There was a lot of stuff at the beginning involving my ex-boyfriend, I think, but I don't remember that part all that well, and I'm sure it wasn't remotely as interesting, anyway. But, in the dream, when I got home from my ex's house, or wherever the hell I was, there were these people outside my house. Turns out they were some kind of exterminators, although the didn't use the word. But they told me that there all these really nasty vermin critters crawling around in the ground under my trailer -- I was vaguely imagining that they meant crawling around in tunnels, but I'm not sure -- and they wanted to set off some explosions or something down there. Rather foolishly, I gave them my permission, and they assured me that the trailer would hardly be affected by it. Probably. They thought. Well, this started to make me a little nervous, but before I had time to think any more about it, they'd fired off these missles, which promptly flew into the ground and disappeared. (I don't know whether they were burrowing missles, or whether they just had the ability to fly right through normal matter, but either way, they really were kind of cool.) We all stood there and watched. There was a slight vibration. There was a slight noise. Some mud fell off the bottom of the trailer. We kept waiting. More very slight vibration. More mud. Where was the explosion? Surely there had to be something more than that? Actually, it was an extremely suspenseful, tense, even rather creepy moment, with everybody standing around waiting for the other shoe to drop. And this is where we get to the Buffy part, becuase, at this point, Giles came running out, completely naked[*] and looking extremely panicky. He demanded to know what was going on, and the exterminator-people explained it to him. (Interestingly, at some point during this conversation, he suddenly and mysteriously acquired underpants and a t-shirt. My subconscious mind apparently decided to engage in a little censorship. Or else maybe it just figured he'd be cold and embarrassed, and was being considerate.) Anyway, they were all standing around, looking a little lost, wondering what they should do next. And Giles pointed out that, wait a moment, wasn't my trailer located directly over the Hellmouth?[**] We looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly we both knew exactly what to do. "Run!" we shouted simultaneously. And then we did. We were in the process of hurtling over a fence[***] when I woke up. Why is it my dreams always seem to end right before the big climax? No, wait, don't answer that. I really don't think I want to know.

[*] I have no idea what a naked Giles was doing in my house. Unfortunately.

[**] Ordinarily, it's not.

[***] Well, it was, like, a 3-ft. fence, so it's not as if I was performing some amazing athletic feat, there. That would have really stretched the credibility of the whole thing.

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