I am in a small town, like the one in "Edward Scissorhands," curved streets lined with single-level bungalows and small gardens. One house is different, though, with a long back yard full of stone columns.

It is some kind of lunatic asylum, and the backyard is full of the inmates desperately hunting for some playing cards. Mulder is standing in the middle of it all, watching them, and when I go up to him he shows me that he's holding the ace of hearts, and says that now the lunatics will never find it. I ask him why he's doing this to them, and then I suddenly realize, in that sudden way you do in dreams, that Mulder has completely lost it and is now the enemy.

I want to get out of the house but I also realize that I have to rescue two other people first - my old roommate and the woman who was the head of student council at my university. I hunt for them all through the asylum. I find the student council head, but she's drunk, so I keep searching for my roommate.

When I finally find her she's hooked up to all these machines, and they have done something really horrible to her, moved all her organs from the inside to the outside of her body. She tells me it's my fault, which is typical of her.

Then I'm running from the house. Mulder is following me in a car and is also waiting for me at the end of the road, though one of these Mulders might actually be Krycek. Then, in the dream, I wake up, and George Clooney from "ER" is standing in my room. I say "I just had the worst dream!" and he says "It wasn't a dream."

Then I go into the next room and there is my room-mate, all covered in scars from where they had moved her organs.

Then I woke up.

I am on some kind of amusement park ride with Scully. We're riding a bumper car through a dark tunnel, and she keeps almost falling off, so I have to tie her arms around my waist. Then the tunnel spits us out into the Eurythmics video for "Angel", and we fall off the bumper car and lie peacefully in the grass.

In the second dream I am off to a party with Robert Downey Jr. and Jodie Foster. At first, when we get to the party, I am not sure if we are in the right place (no other celebs) but then I see Gillian Anderson. When I point her out, the people I'm talking to say "No, that's Dana Scully."

I go to talk to her, and she explains to me that she's leaving the show because she wants to go to McGill University in Montreal. I went to McGill, so I say that I can tell her all about it. We start looking through the school calendar but nothing is where it should be and none of it makes any sense.

For some reason, I have never had a dream with David or Gillian in it, although I do have some pretty weird ones on Sunday nights. I did have a dream with Nick in it though. Have you ever seen "Bram Stoker's Dracula"? You remember the big Victorian garden with the maze and the fountain? I'm pacing beside a similar fountain in a dark blue gown with sapphire earrings. And Nick comes up the stairs in general Krycek garb (black leather jacket, jeans, shirt, etc.) and the gold hoop he wears in his left ear sometimes. And we have a little um, well on the benches around the fountain.

Thanks for letting me air this little vision.

Okay, I can't sleep so I'll just bore you guys with this really strange dream I had with Nick in it.

It starts with me sitting at this booth in a restaurant in the mall in the town I live in. I'm just sitting around talking with a bunch of girls I don't know...when, guess who walks in and sits in the booth next to us? Duh...Himself! Well, of course I nearly fainted but managed to get out of my seat and walk over to ask for an autograph...Only I ask this big bald guy sitting across from Nick. The guy looks at Nick, Nick shrugs (here's when it gets wierd) and this guy (I'm assuming that he was like, Nick's agent in my dream) tells me that he doesn't want to start a scene and draw attention to Nick so I have to ask someone else to get the autograph. So I walk over to this preganant woman and ask her to go get this autograph for me. She needs a piece of paper so I grab one out of my purse and hand it to her. She returns and gives me back the paper. It turns out I handed him a piece of paper with some poems I'd written on them. And he corrected the punctuation?! How wierd is that?

Probably inspired by your website, I had a dream last night.

I was Scully (don't even ask me why. I stopped lusting on David Duchovny for years, now!), and Mulder and I had to go to a high school for I don't know which reason. Of course, we were undercover, like in "21 Jump Street," faking we were students. (Like the other people wouldn't be able to tell the difference...) Whatever, Mulder was goofing around, wanting us to get married. Me, still as Scully, I said yes.

So, we went out of the High School (apparently he wasn't joking this much...) and we were on the streets of the city where I went to high school in France. There was a really compact crowd, and we were running around in the middle. We were apparently going to the center of the town, and all the people around us acted really weird, like they were in some sect or something. Mulder took off, dancing with joy at the idea to marry me. Me, Dana Scully, I was kind of calm and followed the crowd way behind him. He had this ecstatic smile on his face, like we had sex or whatever. So, at one point, it just faded away and we were back at the high school, in the library (but it didn't look like a library. Much more like a little office). The alarm was on, and somebody told me that it was... I can't remember what, but it was serious. Whatever, Mulder had vanished, and I was there, seated on a couch, thinking: "Mulder took off again. Probably giggling around." The whole school was panicking, and I was there, totally zen. I suddenly realized something was on my lap. I looked at it and... it was a monkey. I was there, patting the monkey, when Mulder came back and looked at me like I was doing something really awful. "What?" I asked. "Scully... On your lap..." He suddenly got really angry, but I'll never know why cuz the darn phone rang, waking me up.

I had a dream about David Duchovny the other night (no not THAT kind of dream, and if I did I wouldn't tell). Anyway there was some cheesy television expose of DD like "Hard Copy" or such. And they revealed that he had been in all sorts of sleezy, XXX rated porno films (not true, this was just a dream, remember?) But this didn't upset me. What really upset me was when they finally revealed, (ominous background music plays). . . . that David Duchovny drives without a seat belt! I swear, I was devastated! My reaction:"Oh no, say it ain't so, it can't be true!" Now what in the world does this say about my sub- or pre- conscious? Does this mean that I'm one sick puppy? Porno is fine but flagrant disregard of traffic safety's not? Where are my priorities? Anyway, when I woke up I burst out laughing. I've been laughing all day.

Hey peoples,

Just thought i'd tell y'all about my XF dream before Trevor comes on:

Last night I had this dream that Skinner and that girl Holly from "Pusher" were at my supposed house (it really was't my house, but as I said it was in my dream). And they were investigating why my house was painted neon green with pink. As I turn to look at my house and start to explain what I didn't know happened, I turn back around to look at them and they both morphed into somebody else. Now instead of talking to Skinner and Holly, I'm talking to Ricky Martin (this cute latin singer) and Scully. But Scully's name wasn't Scully, it was Willow, (I guess from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer") and she was acting like Willow, but looked like Scully. And if that wasn't weird enough, the problem changed from my supposed house being colored wrong to Ricky and Scully trying to figure out a certain species of ants in my front yard. Anyways that was all of it cuz after that somehow I was sitting in a movie theater learning how to ride horses. I don't know, it was strange.