Last night, I dreamed that I was watching some weird TV show for men on my computer, and it was by some guy named Pieter Ptierra. All of a sudden, the voiceover said something like "Now let's take a moment to enjoy our bodies". And it turned into an instructional video on how to shave your pubes, complete with demonstration. But the guy pulled out a straight razor and started shaving his shaft really vigorously.
So I left the room. But then my dogs started barking and growling really murderously, like someone was outside the front door, so I grabbed a flashlight and looked out the front window in time to see a shadow flit away from this huge pile of trash (chairs, tables) in my front yard. Unfortunately, my flashlight was really, really dim, so I couldn't see much, and it was pitch black in my house. Maybe the power was out.
I went back into the room with my computer, and the guy who had been shaving his pubic hair was now doing some chick. But I looked over, and my dad was on the other side of the room, cutting his hair with a pair of electric clippers. I asked him why, and he gave me some vague answer. I don't remember. Then he left.
I followed him outside, and looked up at the sky to see what seemed to be police fighter jets flying silently in formations of two and three. They were white, but they were really sinister, and suddenly they all turned off their lights and flew away really quickly, like UFOs. I knocked on the garage door, where my dad was, and asked him why the dogs were barking. He muttered something and closed the door. I opened it again and went in, to find him with long dreadlocks.
He said "There was some trash in the cash," apparently to mean that he had thrown out some money, and someone had stolen it, and the dogs had heard it and went ballistic.
Then I woke up. I had been sleeping on my arm, and my shoulder hurt. It was all rather disturbing, and it left me in a bad mood.
