I’m not one to pay much attention to dreams — I don’t try to interpret them, I don’t freight them with any real significance, and most the time I don’t even remember them (I assume, however, that I do have them, because, as far as I can tell, I haven’t gone mad like you’re supposed to if you don’t dream) — but I had one this morning just before the alarm woke me that’s really staying with me for some reason. It wasn’t scary or anything, it was just… weird.

In the dream, I was in The Girlfriend’s bedroom, trying to find the source of this freaky purple light emanating from beneath her bed. I got down on my knees and, after a moment’s hesitation, lifted the bedskirt. There was an automated plasma torch under there, merrily slicing strips from this long bolt of fabric, which I somehow knew were going to be used to make underwear. I don’t know what kind of underwear, or whether it was ladies’ underwear or men’s or sexy or utilitarian. Just that the fabric would end up as… underwear.

And then an ex-girlfriend that I haven’t seen in probably 12 years showed up. She didn’t do anything, she just walked into the room, gave me a little wave, and walked out the other door.

And that was it. Weird, huh? The ex-girlfriend’s appearance makes a certain amount of sense — the media coverage for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is beginning to pick up, and I was involved with her back when Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade came out in ’89, so reading those articles yesterday probably just stirred up some old memories — but where the hell did the plasma torch and the underwear come from? I’m going to be pondering this one all day, I fear…