I normally have very, very weird dreams, ranging from "makes a Tim Burton movie look like Mary Poppins" to plain, old absurdity. Typically I only recall little bits and pieces, or maybe small vignettes, or bits strung together from multiple dreams. I had a really wacky/almost scary dream last night that I remembered most of pretty vividly.
We were living in our current house, but it was also in a lot of ways like our house in San Diego. The "setting" was similar, if that makes sense. Todd and someone else (Stokes?) from our old web hosting company S4R came to stay with us for a little while. I guess Todd had sold a bunch of stuff in order to finance a business involving a new website idea (in my dream Todd was pretty insistent that nobody had ever done ANYTHING like this before, and so we'd make a mint on an untapped market if we could move fast). But he needed help with the programming and backend stuff. He and Wy were going to handle the art side of things. This is not at all dissimilar to a situation that very nearly came to pass when we both worked at S4R around the turn of the century.
Now, some people may know this already, but it bears repeating as I believe it directly relates to the other major component of the dream. Shortly after moving in the neighbor lady was talking to Tracy over the fence and they got to discussing the previous occupants of our house. Not entirely savory, apparently. Thick-headed bartender types who liked to have parties which featured really loud hip-hop music until 6am weekday mornings. Cops came often, drugs, people screaming at each other in the street, that sort of thing, in our extremely quiet neighborhood.
So neighbor lady casually mentions that one time she was out doing yardwork and happened to spot some bikini-clad young women on this tall rock mountain/water feature thing we have by the pool. She goes in for a closer look and wouldn't you know that they're filming a porn movie, right there in our backyard, with naked people and everything. I laughed myself silly when I heard that.
So in that context we have Todd and another S4R type person living with us, all set to launch this new business from our house, and ready to make our fortune -- but with a sense of urgency. I'm going to help in my off hours/weekends, we're going to set up servers in the spare room, everything is being arranged and so to kick things off, we just need to register the domain name.
Which domain is that? Oh, that'd be "weremilfs.com".
No, that's not a contraction of "We are MILFs dot com". That's "weremilfs" as in "werewolves". Like, "Highly attractive yet more than slightly lycanthropic young mothers with whom one might desire relations".
I've been turning it over in my mind all morning. The website business idea, that's easy. Todd's always had a lot of ideas, and we almost started up a website. The porn aspect? Definitely comes from the Jackie Treehorn deal that went down in our yard. The MILF thing? No clue. Maybe because everyone in the neighborhood is in the 30-50 range? Lots of families? Good a solution as any: the website idea, mixed with a porno, mixed with the neighbor lady type (who, for the record, I've only seen twice and from a distance; I harbor no desire for her, and indeed am not even sure if she's actually a mother). The werewolf aspect, now that's the stumper. The rest isn't too hard to piece together, but how do you wrap it all up in a werewolfy bow? It just doesn't fit.
Here's the kicker: The recollection of the dream ends there. I recall typing in the letters "w-e-r-e-m-i-l-f-s-.-c-o-m" into a whois search, seeing the "No match for domain" message, having the realization of the website's nature dawn on me, and... that's it, no more dream. Where the hell did the werewolf thing come into it?! I'm annoyed that no explanation came forth in dreamland. I don't know if I woke up or what, but I really wanted to ask where the idea came from.
Dream analysis is not for me.