"Sleeping on a dragon's hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself."
That is, if amazing is equivalent to bizarre.
On Tuesday night, I dreamt that I was among a group of people running about a large, white-corridored, many-storied building. We were running because an enormous gecko was leaping about from one wall to the next, and while the nature of this gecko (poisonous or nonpoisonous, clawed or declawed, sharp-toothed or soft, friendly or hostile) was generally unknown, no one wants to be walking down the hall and suddenly slapped in the face with an enormous, wriggling gecko.
Or no one in the dream, anyway.
On Wednesday, we were supposed to have a quiz in Greek. I had dutifully prepared, but in class the majority of the students wished to have it on Friday instead so it was postponed accordingly. Apparently this caused some anxiety on my part concerning my ability to recall all the information through Friday, for I woke up several times, repeated the paradigm of the active indicative participle for the verb "to be" to myself, and promptly fell asleep again.
Last night (that being a Thursday) I dreamt that I awoke to the sound of someone creeping down the hallways of where I work. Flashlight in hand - how it got there I know not; I am not so paranoid as to sleep with one or even really know where one is - I crept down the hallway. Details of what followed are sketchy. The thugs weren't your average ugly mugs; some nondescript females in T-shirts and jeans, I think. I recall shining a lot of flashlight into their eyes and at one point bashing someone over the head but usually attempts at self-defense are rather rubbery in dreams. I do remember the following conversation:
Thug Lacking Ugly Mug: D'ohh, like, where are da shiny 'spensive stuff?
(Okay, she didn't say that exactly... but I needed a brief intro line.)
Me: Well, it's actually in the realm of Nonexistence.
Thug Lacking Ugly Mug: You got a computer?
Me: Uh, yeah. But not here.
TLUM: *looking a little ticked* Why didn't you bring your computer to work?
Me: Well... I usually don't. And anyway, it's not a very expensive computer.
(Somehow I show her a picture of my computer.)
TLUM: Why don't you have a more expensive computer?! *rummaging about on nightstand* What kinduvva phone is this?!
...So I while couldn't beat the thugs without ugly mugs off with my flashlight, they eventually left in a huff, quite offended that I hadn't brought anything worth stealing to work.
Poor thugs.
Hey, maybe the gecko just wanted someone to kiss it so that it could turn into a prince.
:o)