I wish I remembered the moon landing. Much is being made of it but I am a total blank. (I was all of five months old, so while I was technically here...my memories don't "start" until about 3 or 4.)

Still not quite sure how the conspiracy theorists keep believing it's a conspiracy. I suppose believing yourself to be privy to special knowledge others are too dim to see is a powerful enticement. (Just like the Gnostics...)

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Standard disclaimer: I know it's the height of bore-blogging to recount your dreams, but this one still bugs me. I actually had to get up, put on the light, and sit and watch The Weather Channel for about 15 minutes to get rid of it sufficiently to sleep again.

I was living in a big household. The household was divided into different loyalties. I don't mean like baseball fans and football fans, or even Republicans and Democrats. I mean, loyalties like at some appointed time in the future, one group was going to kill the other.

And I had knowledge of this. But, I didn't know quite where the loyalties lay or what group was "in the right" (and therefore, should be the one I threw my lot in with).

I knew that there was information, important information (I think that the group that won was then going to go out and wreak havoc on the rest of the world?) that needed to be gotten out of the house to others. The information, inexplicably, was coded into quilt tops. Kind of like the old legend about certain quilt designs being indicative of a house participating in the Underground Railroad, only these were more like coded messages in the color scheme and arrangement of the patches. I had stolen the quilt tops, and had folded them up and tucked them under the bed in the room where I was sleeping. (In retrospect: how much smarter to tuck them between the mattress and box spring, or fold them and stow them in the pillowcases). Anyway, I had gotten into the bed and was getting ready to go to sleep, hoping no one knew I had them, hoping I could make my escape the next day.

Then, the spooky part...in the dark-ish room, I saw a small shadow disentagle itself from the bigger patch of shadow on the floor - and run out the door of the room. It was much smaller than a person, but not with the proportions of a baby or a child. And it was bipedal and clearly humanesque, so it wasn't a cat or a mouse. I couldn't figure out what it was and wondered if it was some kind of a spy.

I woke up shortly after but was so spooked by the image of that little dark shadow (which, in fact, may actually have had no corporeal body...it was shaped something like the "black doll" that shows up in some of Edward Gorey's work, only, it wasn't solid, in some way...it was like a walking shadow). I had to get up out of bed just to forget that.

(That happens to me from time to time. None of my "bad dreams" are very "bad" in the traditional sense - no monsters, rarely natural disasters, never showing-up-to-work-in-only-tatty-underwear. They're more like Twilight Zone bad dreams, where there's some little psychological thing that gets to me and makes me seek the light, if only for a few moments).

I went back to bed and at least the other dream I remember from the night was better: I was participating in an episode of Mythbusters; it was called "When the Cat's Away" (i.e.: when Jamie and Adam are away) and it was an all-build-team episode (mostly focusing on Grant, but that may be because he's my favorite of the build team). I don't remember what the myths were but building robots was involved.