Touched

I think the Flying Spaghetti Monster visited me in a dream last night and touched me with His Noodly Appendage.

I was in that odd semi-awake-but-still-mostly-sleeping state that happens a few hours before the alarm goes off. A vision of His Noodlyness appeared and then I was transported to a place that was a mix of recent things, things from the past and things that seemed like they belonged in the future.

In my dream, I was looking for someone, but couldn't remember the person's name. First I was in the little building that was constructed for our PET/CT trailer (when it was still in the trailer). Underneath the building though was a basement with a tunnel leading to some kind of underground caves. The basement looked hundreds of years old with old, fragile decaying beams supporting the building above.

There were people around. Some I didn't know, some that I knew from here, and others that I knew from back home. Then from the cave below one of my roommates from when I was an undergrad student showed up. He climbed up the old beams to where I was and I asked him where I could find whoever it was I was looking for.

And then the dogs woke me up.