Lately my biological clock has been severely fucked up due to the fact that I don’t have a conventional work schedule. So I get sleepy at around 4:30 am and wake up at around 2:30 pm. Right after noon, which is when I wake up to drain the pithon and go back to sleep, I get bombarded by these weird, yet interesting dreams, which have been geting more vivid and "real-looking" these last few weeks. Here’s the latest. See if you can get it.

I went to this huuuuge house with my family, it seems they were checking it out, maybe they wanted to buy it. I slip away from them and decide to roam the house on my own. The rooms, some of them were regular, some of them were gigantic, with up to four beds in a single room. Some were exquisitely decorated, like something out of an Architectural Digest. I was in awe, and couldn’t help snooping around all of the rooms in the house. Apparently people still lived there, because some of the rooms were messy and the beds were undone.
These rooms were on the second floor, and I decided to go down, aware that my parents could be looking for me like maniacs. The way down was really weird, It was outside of the house, with a really narrow walkway with no handlebars, which meant I had to walk sideways with my back stuck to the wall, as if I was on a really high ledge up on a tall building, until I got to the stairs. As i went down I notice this little kid emerging from inside the rooms, letting me know the upper rooms were not deserted. I could never make out his face, but he just stood there, like a little ghost, half covered in shadows, wearing a shirt with green, white, and black stripes.

I go down, and I notice the first floor is full of animals. There’s this black cow-looking thing with no horns, it looked more like a small bison, and a few orange alley cats caught in a mesh trap, all dirty and grimy, which made me assume that stray cats were some sort of plague here, and were being caught for extermination. Then there’s this really tiny, brown sheep, trying to get out of a small plastic tub. I patted it, but it just kept getting out and shrieking.
Then (sudden change of plot alert!) I don’t know why, but some people want me to join the fire department, (???) and this somehow pissed me off. I had no time to dedicate to no one! But the really fucked up part was this: The "firemen"who were asking me to join were all heads on plates, on top of a table (???). They told me to sit down, beside this guy, who looked remarkably like my boyfriend, except he was much bigger, and had no hair. And he was doing jokes and giggling constantly. (???)
The talking heads start yammering about some crap while I tap my fingers as a sign of boredom and annoyance, but then I notice that the bald guy takes a sharpie ans starts scribbling something right in the lens of my favorite Ray Bans (The silver ones that look like they came out of CHIPS). I scream some indecency to him and quickly run to the bathroom to try and wipe it off. I wash them and wash them, and I see a little alcohol pad lying there and I wipe them with it, and the stain seems to fade, but not entirely. There was still a blue smudge on both lenses.
This was all taking part in that huge house I described at first, mind you, and the bathroom looked exactly like my current bathroom, except it had an open door that led outside where the shower should be.
I get out of the bathroom, still wiping the lenses with the alcohol pad, wiping so hard it was making suds. After a while, everyone who was listening to the talking firemen heads (good name for a band) came out of the "conference". Including the bald guy, who had grown some hair and was a little less gigantic. Now he looked just like my boyfriend. As he approached me, I gave him a look so evil that he gasped and apologized nervously about the incident, and I looked at him, ready to destroy him verbally, but I just couldn’t. I just smiled, and told him not to worry. He looked at me strangely and said something about my face, and I noticed I was wearing glasses. What the fuck? I just got operated! I took them off and threw them away.

And then I was woken up by the fucking telephone.

Any interpreters in the audience? anyone? pleeeeease?

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