A Very Bizarre Midsummer Night's Dream

I had a very strange experience last night.

To begin with, I purchased the 1999 version of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream yesterday for about $6 at Barnes and Noble (the one with Michelle Pfeifer, Rupert Everett, Stanley Tucci, Christian Bale, Calista Flockhart, et al.). I had a lot to do yesterday, so I didn't get around to watching it until about 11:00. By the time I finished, it was around 1 am.

I went directly to bed, and had possibly the strangest sequence of dreams I've ever had.

I don't quite remember all of it, and some of it is just too bizarre to relate (like not being able to remember if I'd taken tylenol or not, for no particular reason).

And then I was in some fancy gardens by moonlight, dreaming of random people I don't know and fairies and all sorts of bizarre things.

Then the dream shifted, and I was talking to my aunt and my cousin about a squirrel that had just been found. Apparently, this particular rare species of squirrel had been thought extinct, and everyone was so thrilled that one had been found. So we went out to an open field at the foot of some rolling hills, where a whole crowd of people was gathered to see the squirrel (which could fly) wake up in the morning and frolick about the landscape.

So I watched the squirrel flying around as the crowd of people oohed and aahed. And then I woke up.

The squirrel part of the dream was by far the shortest, but it is the most clear and distinct portion that I remember. The rest was just a foggy, mystical haze.

Perhaps the fair folk danced across my pillow yestereve, placing drops of love's flower across my eyes, whispering in my ears nonsensical wisdom, letting my mind explore a world unknown.

More likely, however, I have an overactive imagination and an over-fondness for Shakespeare and movies with Christian Bale in them.

I bid thee farewell, sweet nymph queens and forest kings of the One Love, and may thy midsummer nights all be bursting with magical dreams.

Goodnight. :)