fine whine

This morning my alarm woke me just as things were starting to get interesting in my dream. I was me, down to the goatee on my chin and the multitool in my pocket. The familiarity ends there, as everything took place somewhere I'd never been (as usual) though I had my car, which figures into the part I can remember pretty heavily. As always I can only remember the last several minutes, but seeing as I hadn't been too hopeful about getting any sleep I was surprised to see even them.

Anyway, my recollection begins just before I am kidnapped. All I recall, though, is a small meeting room with wood paneling, and then several scenes are forgotten and suddenly I'm rummaging through stuff to find emergency stickers to cover the mouths of the other two kidnapees and myself. The stickers I was looking for were green and in two pieces, such that one piece covered a slot in the other. I think that I was looking for these specific ones so that we could still breathe, so caring were our captors. The problem arose that I found only two and there were three of us, but apparently the kidnappers didn't notice and we set off to go, er, wherever we were going. The kidnappers had a small car and could only fit two of the captives so I was driving myself behind them.

They were paying attention to what I was doing, though, and I didn't want them to see that I didn't have a sticker thing over my mouth. So as I was driving I held a pillow (the one I was likely drooling over at the time) up to just under my nose, but I think they caught onto my ruse as they promptly ordered me to pull over. We were driving along what looked like a country road but I pulled off near some trees and a guard rail overlooking a steep cliff.

Before my nefarious captors could do anything to or about me a small child dressed as a pumpkin popped out the trees giggling, followed by a somewhat embarrassed father. To make conversation he mumbled something about the nice weather for Halloween that we were having, and as I glanced over the rail at a neighborhood decorated with jack-o-lanterns and spiders, I wondered why anybody would be celebrating Halloween in January, though it was indeed nice weather to do so.

Then I missed another transition and I was suddenly inside a building with one of the kidnappers. Before any of this could make sense to me the door of the room burst open and a loud woman entered with the other kidnapper in tow. He glared at me as if to say "play along" and I had no choice but to adopt a silly cross between an Austrian and French accents when she opened with "So you're Swedish? I've never meet anybody from Sweden!"

My affected accent was so thick that she couldn't understand my words, let alone any between-the-lines cries for help. She said that I was "too cute" and I grunted something about my blond hair or something else that she didn't understand, so she repeated herself even more loudly (clearly American) "You're too cute!" to which I replied "You're too kind" and then the alarm started going off before I could escape. Just as things were getting interesting, eh?