More Weird Dreams

I don’t know why it is, but I seem to have the weirdest dreams. I always did, even before I discovered my gift with the cards. I’m sure all the drinking I did recently didn’t help either. In fact I’m sure that’s why this latest one was so weird, that and being detoxed. You know, I can’t remember a quarter of what went on while I was impersonating Claude, not even the stuff I listed here or my own blog. Anyway, the latest weirdness was at least interesting if not fun to look at but it makes no sense. . .

In the dream, I was in this forest that I’d never seen before. It occurred to me that I should find Claude as maybe he’d know what was going on. He usually does. At least in real life. When I found him I got a surprise:
I didn’t know Claude knew how to ride. I knew he liked to bet on horses but I didn’t know he could ride one (at least he could in the dream). As much as I’m used to seeing him bearded I did have to say he looked HOT! Claude asked me if I’d seen any Signs, and somehow I figured that he didn’t mean the type of street signs that my kid brother used to nick, either:
I told him no I hadn’t. “Keep looking. There are six of them. Bring them to me and I will reward you,” Claude said and then rode off. I was just about to go looking for these Signs when I woke up. Unfortunately, my cards weren’t terribly helpful at sorting this mess out: all I kept seeing were Biohazard symbols (I think we all know what that was all about) and ones that looked like “Danger:Poison” or “Jolly Roger” Pirates’ flags. Signs, what Signs? Did this mean something else, as my dreams so often do? Or is my subconscious just winding me up?

I’d ask Claude but right now he’s a bit annoyed with me. I’ve read the entries several times and I can’t remember anything from the time he left and I started my job as a decoy until the time at which Claude got me sober again. Oh well.