I rarely remember my dreams but last night I had one that I remember.

I was in an apartment somewhere. Apparently I lived there. All of a sudden a man and two women break into the apartment. They were wearing odd clothes that looked like a cross between Star Trek and a small church's bad production of GodSpell. Sort of a hippie / outerspace thing. Sleek clothes but big afros and love beads.

Anyway, they break into the apartment and start waving their arms and coming toward me. They pull out little plastic "disc shooters". Evan has gotten one in a Happy Meal before. They are sort of like tiny little plastic crossbows that shoot little cardboard discs. Except these were shooting little discs with lights on them. They started shooting them at my face.

At the same time, they were repeating a word over and over, almost like a chant. That word was "Listen" (listen, listen, listen, etc., ad nauseum).

Taken a bit aback by all of this (and who wouldn't be?), my brain was processing the word as "Leave" (leave, leave, leave) and I just wanted to get the heck out of there. But they kept pressing closer and closer, shooting more of these lighted discs at me ... chanting "Listen, listen, listen".

Then everything went black for a second and the next thing I knew I was in front of a TV with them watching a documentary on ...

Blogging!

Then I woke up.