Today's Mitchventure includes two strange dreams I've had in the past. These are from a while back, but I always thought they were funny and have been meaning to write them down.

In the first one, I dreamt I was in a this huge, cavernous house. It was old, with enormous winding stairways and pale white statues. There were weird things flying around verywhere. Ghost and half-corporeal froms that seemed to fade in and out of reality. I was walking around this place in a befuddled state, when I looked over towards an open doorway and saw my dad. He was engaged in a boxing match.

With a ghost. I distinctly remember dad exchanging blows with the ghost for a couple seconds, and then getting hit hard in the stomach.

I think I woke up then, feeling very confused.

Of course all i can think of now is that Dad had his guard too high.

Keep that guard mid-level dad. Those ghosts are sneaky bastards.

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The other dream I remember was from a loooong time ago when I was fairly young. I'm not sure, but I think it was a dream that actually recurred a few times. I'm running through a house that looks a lot like mine, only it has several more stories.

And I remember I'm running from someone I can't get away from. Like in those stupid slasher films. I keep closing doors and putting things in front of them, but it doesn't matter, my pursuer always finds away around or through whatever I put in his way.

And then I realize that the one following me is Mr. Fantastic.

I mean, the guy can bend under door cracks and send his hand to follow you around corners and through tiny holes in the wall. You just can't escape him. He is the ultimate stalker/assasin.

I'm sure people who know me at all will have various Freudian explanations for this dream. To them let me say this-

Don't make me sic Mr. Fantastic on you. Because, you know I will.