Last Night's Disturbing Dreams

You ever wake up restless and fitful because of a night of strange and disturbing dreams? I did today. And I don’t know why the dream muses picked last night to play ping-pong with my brain, either. I got to bed at a semi-decent hour and didn’t eat any Navajo Tacos in the middle of the night or anything. Strange.

I first dreamed it was No Pants Day at work. I’m not kidding. Apparently, some of the more liberal universities in our country actually hold No Pants Day, and have no intent to judge or condemn those that participate. I just don’t want to be haunted by pantsless images of my coworkers in my sleep.

I then dreamed I was a reluctant participant of a softball tournament at work, and I was assigned to play third base and right field at the same time. To my deep frustration and anguish, all of the hits sailed over my head and I allowed countless runs.

Then a fashion magazine was holding an open house at my office, and I was walking around aimless and bitter because of my poor performance at the tournament. I did, for a precious moment, enjoy looking at the editor’s collection of used video games and CD’s for sale while my boss took my picture.

At least we were all wearing pants by then.

Editor’s note: the following day J.Clark had a dream that one of the teenagers he teaches at church was trying to kill him.