Okay, this was from a couple of nights ago, but it was so weird I just had to share it with y'all. Granted at this point it's mostly just a garbled bunch of images, but it's still freaky as poo.
Imagine: a fitful sleep, tossing and turning, cramping abdomen and hamstrings. Images of a barren Dune-like landscape, red desert sand, slate grey sky. Fighter jets flying overhead in formation--some obviously enemies, some friendly. I can see the sneers on some of the enemy faces. Now I'm an observer of Asian men sadistically slicing and dicing young girls as they sexually abuse them. There are men who want to speak to a monk who can grant their macabre fantasies via imagination so no actual devastation of human flesh must occur. They will pay any price. The rooms are a dark reddish brown wood (stained cedar?), floor, ceiling, walls--all around wood. Very little lighting is present. The monk (dressed like the Dalai lama's monks) sits on the dark wooden floor in the corner of a room, but the floor underneath him has been hollowed away to the ground below. He cannot reach his deepest meditation unless his body touches the dusty grey earth. If he can't meditate, the sick men cannot fulfill their sexually perverse fantasies. No matter how I try, I cannot save the girls. They cry to me, reach out to me, but I am helplessly paralyzed.
Then I wake up to the sound of a buzz saw next door. Figure that one out folks.