Had a strange dream last night involving gnomes of the garden variety.
The kind of freakish creatures you find littering the topography of greater Suburbia.
In the dream, I was in my yard not really doing anything in particular when I got that strange feeling that someone was behind me. I stopped and turned and there he was- the gnome. The unchanging and cherubic faces on these little monsters has always made me feel uneasy. The facial images must exist somewhere in the deep recesses of my unconcious brain.
In my nocturnal wonderland I would quickly turn around again and again to try and catch the little bastard moving. My attempts were futile.
One time I did happen to catch his eyes as they seemed to "snap" back into their sockets.
When I woke up, I remembered only parts of this freakshow of a dream and sighed with relief knowing I'd never purchased one of these gnomes. Or did I?
Dream interpretations are welcome. But if they suggest anything to do with a possible deep seated desire to befriend these little creepy men, mums the word.
I just don't want to know about it.