Weird Dreams

Sometimes my dreams have unusually coherent plot lines. Like this one I had last night, which featured a few characters from the t.v. show I've been watching so much of recently: Corporal Max Klinger and Major Charles Emerson Winchester III, from M*A*S*H. I think Margaret Houlihan may have been there, as well, but only in passing.

So in this dream, I'm trying to warn Major Winchester about something, though even I don't really know what it is. I just know that something is wrong with him, and if it's not addressed, something very bad could happen in the near future. The problem is, I'm a ghost, and nobody can see or hear me. Except for Klinger, which isn't terribly helpful, because everyone knows he's always trying to act crazy, anyway.

So Klinger's trying his best to help me figure out what's wrong with Winchester, but no one pays him any attention, and we don't have much to go on because I don't even know what we're supposed to be looking for.

There follow several disjointed scenes of me floating Winchester's slippers, and such-like poltergeistery, and a scene with the three of us plus Houlihan in my Grandmother's living room . . . and some other random dream stuff.

Skip to the end: Klinger and I discover, in the nick of time, that Winchester isn't really Winchester at all, but an alien clone! The real Winchester is cocooned in some sticky web thing in the alien's lair. We rescue him and expose the alien just in time to get everyone out of the dirt fort--yeah. Dirt fort.--before the alien's bomb explodes and caves it all in! Klinger is the last one to escape, with me doing my incorporeal best to help him along. then everyone's safe, the real Winchester recovers, and everyone lives happily ever after. :D

I don't know what happened to the alien.

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