Light is on, Dreamed about Sharon

Here's what I know. So, yesterday when I was about to take a nap the LED came on. I felt like I was being told to get up and get active, but I didn't. I drifted to sleep watching some movie. I woke up and the light was back off, but it came back on later on in the evening. I went to sleep in the guest room again, since it is very dark in there and I tend to sleep better without the lights and electronics.

I had a dream with Sharon in it. First I was on a mission, to try to find her, I guess. I went from one location, a school or prep academy type of place, where everyone was mobilizing in a very military fashion. It could have been a drill, but it looked to be a situation, the kind they had been preparing for. Everyone was being herded out of their rooms and down some hallways towards an entrance which they were supposed to guard against--what? I fell in line, though I wasn't trained, and didn't know what I would be facing. 

It turned out to be aliens. They were shooting little frisbee like disks that had propellers in them. They were of a cheap plastic, but somehow everyone was deathly afraid of them, since if they hit you in the head they were liable to slice open your skull. That was how they got into your brain, and, you know, controlled you. Standard B movie stuff.

I was struck by one but not in the head, so I felt the cheapness of the plastic and decided it wasn't as scary as all that. But I also didn't want to stick around. 

I made my way to a hillbilly house on a hillside. It was constructed, or slapped together out of all kinds of reclaimed boards and pieces of old Victorian buildings. It looked like a beach mansion at a quick glance, but up close you could see that the boards holding it together were just lying all piled up together, being held up by good intentions and not much more. 

I went inside and found Sharon. She was in a state of disability that let her still walk around, though she was kind of pretending to be bedridden. I was putting my arms around her and kinda feeling up her butt, getting a little cozy, so to speak, when I noticed fresh butt paste on my fingers. Someone had been putting paste on her butt and it wasn't me. Now we had a problem. 

I asked her flat out, "Who has been putting this paste on your butt? And what else have you been doing with them?" I took an accusatory tone but didn't expect the answer that I got. 

"Yes, I've been sleeping with him, too. It's Dave." 

Dave was her ex-boyfriend, the guy who she left for me, or possibly the guy before the guy she left for me. But he was still in the picture when we first started dating in real life. In real life, she copped to having slept with him once during the very early stages of our dating, saying something like, "We weren't serious yet." She had told me this as a way to kind of come clean with me, while at the same time breaking up with me. 

I don't know why she told me this in the dream, but reaction was not what she expected.

"Oh, it's Dave. Well, that makes sense. He always had a thing for you. I'm not surprised. I can't hate him for that." And off I went to go and try to find Dave. 

I came to a room in this giant house and knocked on the door before gently nudging it open. Dave was right on the other side of the door, so when it opened he kind of fell into me. He was startled and started to struggle a little, but I held him fast. 

"It's ok, Dave. I'm not mad at you," I told him, "I understand. Maybe we can share her." 

He was even more startled by that but calmed down and seemed to accept it. 

I left him for the moment and went back to try to find Sharon. She was nowhere to be found and I wound getting lost inside the crazy hillbilly house, which was looking more and more like the Winchester mystery house. Stairways doubled back and left you where you started and doors led out onto dangerous precipices. 

I found myself on one such precipice and the door slammed behind me. I was stuck out on this ledge made of boards that were stacked end to end in a very precarious manner, like a house of cards. Sure enough, as I inched along the narrow ledge the boards began falling out from under me, making quite a racket. 

One hillbilly lady was alerted and saw me clinging to the wall, breathlessly looking down at the fall I was bound to make if one more of those boards gave way. She started shouting something at me, and then she realized the gravity of my situation and yelled for someone else to "send for Cletus." I think it was Cletus, but it could have been some other hick name. 

When she said that, I awoke at least enough to know that it was a dream and I was going to bail on the whole situation without needing to solve my ledge situation. I went back to sleep and dreamed more, but it didn't stick.