Refracted Neurons

Last night I dreamed that I was a man. The first part of my dream was a sex dream. After that part, I somehow became invisible. I snuck into this big house and was hiding from the occupants. They kept finding me though because invisible does not equal silent. Also, their cats knew that I was there. It was a really cool house, huge, three full stories, old wooden staircases, and weird little quirks. The bottom level was subterranean and pretty much unused, so I thought I could get away with reading a book down there. When the people in the house found my book, they got even more freaked out. Finally, I had to reveal myself to to them. I told them that the house belonged to a relative of mine. I'm not sure if this was true, or if I was just trying to come up with a reason for being there. I went home and I had a video cassette of me arguing with the owners of the house I had been in. I saw myself in the video and I looked exactly like this guy from a series on weapo

The hus and I have been watching old Twilight Zone episodes lately. I remember a surprising number of them from when I was a kid. They scared the living day lights out of me then, but now I think most of them are funny. All except for the episode called "Steel." Steel is about prize fighting robots and a human ex-prize fighter named, well, Steel. Steel's robot breaks, so he decides to fight in its place. He obviously loses. None of this was freaking me out. What was freaking me out was the ending. This is the ending that I remembered: Steel is wheeled back into the ready room with a robe and mask on. He is left there and locked in the room for the night. No one remembers that he is not a robot. He is left there to die. The actual ending: Steel is wheeled back to the ready room with robe and mask on. His friend takes his mask off and asks him if he's okay. His friend puts a blanket under his head. Steel tells his friend to go get the money. Th

Last night I dreamed that I had done something bad, so a man locked me up in a basement of a house. There were two men in the basement, who had also been bad. It seems I knew them in my dream, but they weren't anyone I know in waking life. That's okay though, since I wasn't myself. One of the men was really freaked out because he said there was something in the bottom of the basement. I decided to go check it out. The basement was made out of white cinder blocks and had a stairway that went down to a square hole. The hole was not well lit and there was no ladder to continue one's descent. I thought about jumping down there, but I wasn't sure how I would get back up. That was when I heard something moving around down there. This scared all of us and we started running up the stairs. Near the top of the stairs we could see weird footprints that looked like dog-prints. We started banging on the door and begging to be let out. We told the guard that

Last night I dreamed that I was going to school to learn how to be a spy. Instead of being given a class schedule, I was given the vague instructions, "Go find a hidden place and record the enclosed secret message." So I wandered around the hallways of the school. It was a very large campus, college-sized, but it was all indoors. Eventually I found an unmarked door that looked like a potential match. Inside the door was a narrow, carpeted room, with damask covered cushioned chairs. At first I sat down in one of the chairs, but then it dawned on me that I could very easily be seen, and that might violate the rules. Always the studious type, even while asleep, I sat on the floor, hid behind a chair, and re-read the instructions. I was pretty sure I was in the right place. There were small reel-to-reel devices on the floor for recording secret messages. Before I could record anything, other students began to arrive. All of the students were talking, and I was pretty