A wealth of strange dreams last night. My grandmother living in a misty bayou, complete with rotting dock and picturesque man smoking a pipe (a little reminiscent of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland). A small spider building its web, getting bigger and bigger every time I glance back at it until it's so heavy it tears the web down. (Don't psychoanalyze me, dammit.) Comment from my brother in the dream: "Dude! That thing has weight!"
Dreamed about telling my mother about this dream.
Dreamed I was at a backyard wedding, for some kind of wedding show. It was being taped for television. Steve Martin married the couple on a trampoline. Much wedding cake involved. A bearded Sean Connery (that looked oddly like Patrick Stewart in Sean Connery costume) showed up in a kilt with some mysterious guests. They remained mysterious.
And then! I was Dana Scully, in the enormous, ancient house that the backyard belonged to. Sitting with Haley Joel Osment. Haley was acting very strangely, saying that the doors in the house were evil and I wondered if he could see dead people. Then I started to panic, feeling the presences in the house. Had visions of a man hideously beating a woman, hauling her up the stairs and then slaughtering her. (All in black and white, oddly, sort of like Galadriel gone nuts in The Fellowship of the Ring.) Ran downstairs, because downstairs was safe. He had killed her upstairs, so her ghost only haunted the upstairs. Made Mulder put his hand to my chest and feel my hummingbird heartbeat.
Received suspicious look and a cavalier "My, my, Scully."
Even Mulder is in character in my dreams.