My dreams from a couple of days ago

I rarely if ever write down descriptions of my dreams. I'll puzzle over them for awhile, then let them fade as they will. But a couple of days ago, I awoke from such a freaky dream (three dreams, really) that I had to commit the memory to paper. I'm in the process of converting it into a poem, if that's even possible.

Here's what I wrote upon waking:

3-D leprechaun standing (upside down) on the ceiling, looking at me as I backed out of the room. Squeezed itself from underneath the door as I tried to convince my parents of the existence of this impossible creature. Had to put my hands to either side of my father's face and literally turn his attention to the fantastical man about to leap at us. My father and it struggled a bit, and it bit my father on the finger. "Don't let it bite you," I said. I stomped on it with the heavy boots I was wearing. I looked again and it was gone.

Later in the dream, stuffed animals ambulated toward me, as if possessed of some ill-fitting life. One even passed through a shut window, as if the glass were made of air.

Then I, in a group of four, made my way up an inclined gray ultramodern hallway to a corporate cafeteria. On the way to an impossibly long buffet, our group passed two men who looked like they were in line but were not advancing. Apparently (according to them), they were gay. There were two salad sections, separated by entrees. I was glad to see the second section, because I'd neglected to get any dressing my first time around. All they had was ranch in a small triangular reservoir, about the size of a half-piece of toast.


There were more weird scenes that I just didn't have enough information to commit to paper. At one point I was working for a company, and the main benefit was that I could telnet into their system. Most people who worked there did not have access. I wish I could remember the password that was required--it was something like "Dr. Wretched". Then, apparently I wasn't working for the company anymore, but I was able to walk in, take a folder that contained info on how to telnet into the system, and deliver it to someone who did still work there (I guess he was a friend of mine). Someone was about to alert a roomful of people about this transaction (she must have known I'd been canned), but then this friend said rather desultory things about this woman, and she was emotionally crushed. I felt this was all very stereotypical, but it apparently worked.

There were also scenes in a dorm room, but I don't remember those clearly. I just remember a woman holding a doll--a Winnie the Pooh doll, I think--and talking to it.

And the last sentence that was spoken (by whom, I don't know) in my dream was this: "A volcano in the shape of a leprechaun."

I have no idea what my psyche is trying to tell me.