What's the last weirdest dream you had?

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Finally, the drawing of the Salesman:



I forgot to mention another thing that the old lady down the road said: "I think it's terrible that faceless people are allowed out in public."

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wow that is heavy!

Wow! That drawing is amazing! I could see that on the cover of a metal album. You are very talented.

It looks much like I imagined it from your description. A version of the Grim Reaper motif.

Thus a symbol of death. Or thats what leaps out as an obvious meaning.

Your description of the salesman "coming around" also reminds one of the "Ice Man" in the title of the Eugen O'Neil play "The Ice Man Cometh" ( the ice man is both a reference to a certain naughty joke, and a symbol of death in the play).

By why would Death announce himself to customers like the Good Humor Man- with a bell? And why would there would be customer demand for "withered hands"?

The only meaning I can conjure up is that "the whithered hands" represent old ways of doing things. and that its some kind of commentary on society (or your parents perhaps) "buying" old ways from the dead past.

I had a dream where I was walking down the street when suddenly and inexplicably I found I was holding a lit bong in my hand. It was a homemade bong made out of an Orchy orange juice bottle and a short length of hose. My amazement soon turned to fear of exposure because it was broad daylight, there were people around and possession of any amount of cannabis is highly illegal where I live.
I'm trying to think how I can get rid of this thing. There's nowhere to dispose of it and I don't want to just leave it where it could cause a bushfire or a child could pick it up. I end up sticking it in my bag where it continues to send out little smoke signals as I walk.
I go to the hairdresser's (as you do when you have a concealed smoking bong). I'm sitting in front of the mirror but all I can see is the little smoke wisps coming out of my bag. The hairdresser asks me, "What do you want me to do with these?" I look and there's all these wires coming out of my head behind my ear. I pull on one and it comes out with a little diode attached to the end. Thankfully, I wake up at this point. Weird much??

I had not quite a nightmare, more like a night filly, about being back in the army only in my present state [30+ years older, hair down the middle of my back, as unmilitary as a cat], standing in front of an open barracks wall locker that might be mine or somebody else's, with a sergeant on either side of me playing "good cop/bad cop", the one on my left whispering in my ear that it was time for me to get a military haircut once and for all, the other one glaring at me. then I segued from that dream to one where I was having to do pushups repeatedly until I was so tired I could hardly move.