ryan rambles

i awoke last night around 3 in the morning to a strange dream which i would like to share. i should have gotten up and written this last night when it was fresh in my mind, but i'm never that ambitious. anywho, here goes...

i dreamt i was back at my parent's house in hanover, and it was a rainy, warm, early fall night. for one reason or another, i heard or saw or just some how knew (it's hard to be certain in a dream) that there was someone in my parents shed. i dreamspied on this mysterious stranger, who turned into face the light from the porch and lo and behold, was the face of quinn ringler.

quinn ringler is this guy i knew from high school. we weren't friends or anything, barely even acquaintances, but everyone knew him. he was and is, for lack of a better word, a rat. i say this because he is about the size of a large rat, has ratty hair, ratty teeth and talks like he's eaten cigarette butts his whole life.

anyway, this dream quinn was apparently living in my parent's shed for some unbeknownst reason (another rat -like quality) and quickly ran (scuttled) away for a moment. my dream-self moved to the shed to investigate his.....abode. there was a nest of sorts, and i was just going to go back to bed and let me parent's know this was happening when something shiny on the floor caught my eye. i stooped to look closer and discovered that the dream-quinn had made a hidey-hole of shiny things he had obviously stolen. amongst these things was elisha's engagement ring. as i brought the ring up from the pile and turned to go to the house, there was dream-quinn standing behind me looking more washed out and rattish then i had ever seen him before. we dream-wrestled as i pushed him into the shed and latched the door. he pounded for a few minutes, before going suddenly quiet.

next, a stopwatch was pushed under the dream-shed door, but it was more than just a dream-stopwatch. i picked it up and it began ringing like a cell-phone, only the caller i.d said that dream-quinn was calling me. i answered it and began telling dream-quinn that i was going to call the dream-police and it he was in big dream-trouble. the funny thing is, i don't remember him getting a word in edgewise, so i think he may have actually transformed into the dream-stopwatch/phone. i quickly called the dream-police to come and help but can remember distinctly thinking i had to keep my eyes on the transformed-dream-stopwatch/cellphone/quinn or else it would get away some how.

and this is where i wake up.

now, as far as dreams go, this was a strange one for me. but more importantly, what does it all mean? i briefly saw quinn ringler before i left hanover, but that was months ago and it was me driving past him on a street. before that, it had likely been almost 10 years since i had seen him last. as for why he was living in my parent's shed, stolen elisha's engagement ring, and then transformed into a stop-watch/cell phone...your guess is as good as mine.