Green Ink

I know I have my odd moments. And I know that I also frequently write myself notes on my hand. But I am pretty sure that I’m not quite this odd…

          I woke up this morning after a very strange dream in which I and several other people all dressed in black (I didn’t know any of them) were zipping around on these assignments. We either had jet packs or could teleport (I was confused by it in the dream, even more so out of it) from place to place. We were picking up people and bringing them to this giant…area. It wasn’t a room; it was like a giant gray space. And when we put the people down, it wasn’t on the floor; they just sort of floated there. As we put each person down we were trying to convince them to say or do something, I don’t know what. But now and then I would get frustrated and start praying and quoting really random scriptures at them. But they were like zombies or something and never responded. Finally I got frustrated and as I left one unresponsive little girl, I pinched her very hard. Somehow, this made a breakthrough and she started to respond. She started singing a weird song and pulled a USB cable from behind her (somewhere in the gray void) and very slowly plugged it into a port (that I hadn’t previously noticed) on the side of her neck. As soon as it was plugged in she became more animated and began to do/say whatever it was that I had wanted her to. So, I naturally concluded that it was the song that had motivated her. I gathered all my black-suited friends and we started singing the bizarre chant-like tune and all of our suspended zombie-folk responded. In unison they grabbed these cables and plugged them into their necks and immediately said whatever it was we had been trying so hard to get them to say.

          Fine, odd dream, but it’s over when I wake up. Maybe.

Getting dressed for work was uneventful until I put my shoes on. Now, I don’t often look at the soles of my feet, but I happened to glance at the sole of my right foot as I put my shoe on. Hmm, that’s odd, maybe I stepped on someth…wait, is that words? I have something lengthy (I didn’t have time to inspect and read) written in dark green ink on the sole of my right foot. Written in a way and at an angle that I could not possibly have done it myself unless I were a contortionist. Which I am not. Even if I could get into the position required, I don’t think I could stay in it long enough to write two paragraphs across my foot.

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          So, the question is, was I or was I not abducted by aliens last night?