A few years back, I dreamt that I   
   was in back my bedroom which I had   
   when I was a kid.   
      
   In that bedroom was a ceiling light. When   
   I turned it off, the light took on the form   
   of a very large glove. Freaked out, I took   
   a broom handle and smashed the hell oit of it,   
   while singing "Glove slap, baby glove slap!"   
   (from the Simpson's parody of "Love Shack" by the B52s)   
      
   Last year, I dreamt of this weird little shifting jet   
   black square that was in my field of vision.   
   Whenever I shifted my eyes, the square would follow, but   
   leave a small trail of ghost images of itself.   
   The background was just me looking around my apt. during the day.   
   The square was not malicious, but this made   
   me wake up absolutely terrified.   
      
   Last night, I dreamt that I was walking down   
   this rather boring, white painted hallway,   
   to a sunroom. It was about 30 feet long,   
   and it had a narrow   
   red carpet that ran the length of the hall, with a small break   
   at the entrance, before turning and continuing   
   into the sunroom. A lady came up and told me that   
   this is where the boat that Willy Wonka used to transport   
   his guests down the chocolate river   
   to the main part of the factory used to sail.   
      
   Nothing in this building even remotely resembled   
   WW's factory, plus the hallway was way too short.   
   My mind then began to say "film projectors and disco light drums"   
   which was how the scene was created in real life.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)