Mr. Sandman bring me a dream!

I had a pretty weird one last night. I was at the ocean, I guess, on a moody foggy beach. I looked out at the water and there was an ornate coffee table with a pail on it just sort of sitting in the shallow water. I waded in to check it out, and the water was just teeming with cute little fish. they looked a lot like the little tetras and things I used to keep as a kid (which were fresh water fish, for the record). Anyway, I looked in the pail on the table and there were more cute little tetras, so I decided I would free them. When I poured them into the ocean, they disappeared! I looked around for them, but they were gone. It was then that I noticed Agent John Dogget from the X-Files standing next to me.

For those of you may not have been into the X-Files, John Doggett was a special agent played by Robert Patrick (of Terminator 2 fame) used to fill out the cast when David Duchovney left the show. It's tempting to say he replaced Mulder, but really the whole thing played out like some weird game of musical chairs. Mulder's out, Scully takes Mulder's place, Doggett becomes the new Scully -- trust me, it made no sense.

Moving right along, I was still kind of confused about the disappearing fish and hoping that they weren't hurt or lost or anything, then Dogget and I had the following conversation.

DOGGET: They're not in hell, you know.

ME: Ummm... probably not.

DOGGETT: I know what you're thinking, but the table is made of ORDINARY wood. There's nothing supernatural about it, and I will NOT go to hell with you to get the fish back.

ME: I wasn't thinking that.

DOGGETT: YOU CAN'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU HEAR!

I was pretty annoyed by that point, so I decided I would wade back to shore. I noticed a group of people on the beach crowded around a ghetto blaster. Someone shouted "I love this song!", then the whole crowd starts go go dancing like in some ridiculous Frankie and Annette teen beach flick. The lyrics of the song in question were simply "Timbuktu! Shooby dooby doo!" repeated ad nauseum over a straight 4/4 major blues progression (typical surf-music style).

I spent the rest of my dream running around (in my typical long black attire) yelling at the bikini-clad crowd "Can't you see? This song is... DUMB!" They all paid me no mind and kept on dancing.

Even in my dreams nobody listens to me.

Anyway, if anyone has any possible interpretation of this dream, I'm open. So far the best I can come up with is "season 8 of the X-Files blew chunks a little".