I remember a few of my dreams from last night.
SCENE ONE – Sandperson
She blew into one end like a flute and it made a really low, ominous sound.
“Get rid of it,” she said, pointing to the sandperson. “We don’t want it waking up.”
I put the Gaderffii into a nozzle on the side of his head, and air started leaking out. Eventually it had deflated like a balloon. I folded the remainder up and brought it to my wife.
“You’ve GOT to be kidding me,” she said.
“It’s what happened!” I shrugged.
I put him in the trunk of the car.
SCENE TWO: Sneezeguards
I had assumed the form of a blonde detective, and was checking footage on a combination of a phone and a laptop in a library/coffee shop amalgam. They had sneezguards behind which the devices had to be placed. I flashed that this was to protect both myself and the other patrons from screen radiation.
I was watching a video of two female wrestlers making threatening statements on camera about a third. It fades after that.
There’s a lot of fade in this one. I was staying at some sort of a motel, and was wearing a gas mask. I remember that the mask fit around the back of my head as well as on my face, because I took the front part off to make sure none of my hairline was showing on the back part.