Ever have a day like an episode of the X-Files?

About a month ago, I had a dream that I lived in the desert and I noticed an odd flash from the desert while driving.  I'd stopped by the side of the road and noticed something weird-- a little mirror had been attached to a scraggly tree near a large highway sign.  Convinced that there was something creepy going on, I notified the news media (yeah, that's right, apparently I go to them first) who came to investigate.  We couldn't figure out anything obvious use for the thing so I took it down and forgot about it.

Today, I woke up after 4 hours of sleep, in the middle of a dream.  This itself is a bit creepy, since I almost never recall my dreams, and I basically never wake up without an alarm clock.

Again,  I'm living in the desert.  I notice the same flash, and so I stop.  The little mirror is back.  This time, I notice, there's a VCR bolted to the back of the highway sign.  WTF?  I quickly notice another mirror, and a camera neatly buried in the ground, pointed into the nearest mirror.  Why on earth would anyone want to videotape the highway like this?  I try to call the police, but (this being a dream) nothing obvious comes of it, except my paranoia meter is off the charts. 

I go home (I'm apparently still living with Gayle) and relate the story to her; she seems to agree that something really creepy is going on.  So, I get up to go call someone else, and I notice a little mirror on my porch, just like the one on the highway.  And while I'm struggling with the door (which seems to be locked from the outside), I notice another little camera, pointed at the mirror pointed into my house.  My cell phone refuses to dial out, and then I wake up.

As I finished typing this entry, my laptop gave up the ghost (I hadn't recharged it since I flew back to town last night).  As the power went out, I looked up and sure enough, it had died at exactly 9:11 am.

<<cue the creepy music>>

Spookily yours...

-E