Some guys from my ISP's local network keep offering me to smoke some weed.
Maybe because of that, I had a strange dream.
Like we're sitting at my dacha and puffing away like crazy. But we're smoking not with those characters from the local network, but with two coworkers. At the same time, the room is full of other people, but they aren't paying much attention to us: they're writing some papers or reading.
Even though the smoke is rising in a thick column (as if a bonfire is burning), it doesn't seem to affect us. Then the coworkers wander off to who knows where, and I go into the next room, where the floor is currently torn up because renovations are going on. Three little men in doublets are sitting there: one is a meter tall, the second - half a meter, and the third is absolutely tiny. They tell me that they are the band Scissor Sisters. To which I reply that they can do whatever they want and be whoever they please, but to me the music of Scissor Sisters is completely uninteresting.
After that, I go outside. There I see a strange scene: one coworker is mowing the grass with a halberd (even though I have a lawnmower at the dacha), and the second one is putting the cut grass into a metal bucket.
At this curious moment, my dog scratched at the door, and I woke up.
Dream
2006-11-09