A couple nights ago I had this extremely vivid dream, parts of which have stuck with me to this day.
There was this really neat pub. Its interior was all divided into cozy nooks and booths and it overlooked water on two sides, with a deck. And the cool thing was that there were radio-controlled boats in the water you could play with.
Anyway, at this pub, I was meeting with someone who, at least according to the dream narrative, was an old friend of mine, but I'm pretty sure I didn't go to high school with Uma Thurman's character from Pulp Fiction. Anyway, her parents were there, and they were both, like, CIA undercover agents or something. And I was showing my friend how to detail strip a 1911. Right there in a booth at the pub, so I guess it was someplace with a pretty casual attitude about firearms. Also, other stuff happened.
Last night, I dreamed that Bobbi and I had moved to New Hampshire, and were living in a townhouse whose neighborhood layout looked suspiciously like the Twin Lakes community in Sanford, FL. Anyhow, it was night, and I woke up in my bedroom and looked out the window, and there was a grizzly bear. What a grizzly was doing in New Hamster, I have no idea.
Anyhow, this wasn't a very big grizzly, and he had that "wearing baggy trousers" look they have when they're fresh out of hibernation. I closed my window, which I could reach from the bed, and he heard and came walking over and started pawing gently at the screen.
I was going to go get Bobbi to tell her, and I rolled over in the bed and she was right behind me with a Surefire M6, the kind SpecOps guys use to signal satellites, which she proceeded to shine out the window and right into my eyes and said "Hey! There's a bear out there!" while I rolled around on the bed yelling "I know! I was coming to tell you, and now I can't see!"
Later, I was at an Einstein Bros. Bagels to get a lox & cream cheese on a toasted onion bagel, and they were getting ready to close, and this guy who worked there was making sure there was nobody in the bathrooms by opening the doors and shining in a flashlight whose lens assembly was the size of an OD green anodized aluminum hubcap and practically blistered paint on the walls.