Weird dreams

I have been having abnormally violent dreams lately. This is not me being violent; rather, these are scenes of horrific, gore-filled destruction of human bodies. Before you start thinking I'm weird for that, it's important to add that these violent, bloody scenes become creative endeavours somehow. Now, by all means, initiate the "she's crazy" thoughts.

Last night I dreamt this really elaborate combination of a CSI episode and a revenge mini-series. After all the violence and blood-letting, I found myself as a CSI-type lackey working with/for a besuited Jeff Goldblum. He proceeded to massage the pile of the carpeting to reveal empty shells from the murder weapon. Then we found these tiny blue and purple metal pieces that seemed to screw together. And then it became about making jewelry by screwing these metal pieces together. (Me, not Jeff. He kept working on the crime stuff.) They were rather lovely necklaces.

Then I became aware that folks were still dealing with the murders in the other room. I stopped making jewelry long enough to get re-acclimated to the situation. Just when I was about to be a valuable member of the crime-fighting team, I woke up.

I don't mind the horrific parts because they always turn into something constructive rather than creepy. (I anticipate some of you may be considering different definitions of "creepy" when I'm talking about scenes of graphic violence in my dreams. You're welcome to your own definition. I'll explain mine:) I don't like the creepy, I'm being stalked or attacked kind of dreams. In the dreams I've been having lately, the potentially creepy stuff is going on around me, which is not the most comfortable thing, but it ends up being something creative and constructive so I don't mind that I have to get through the icky stuff to get there.

And it makes going to sleep kinda exciting because I never know what's going to happen next.