Under Investigation

Two from last night, both with similar themes....

In the first, I was a CSI. Yes, that CSI. I reported directly to Gil Grissom, though I have no idea what I did, since I didn't do any forensic-y stuff while I was there. And the lab wasn't that sexy, low light (how do they see anything?) type deal. No it was all flourescents and government issue file cabinets.

I remember working at a computer, and there were lots of people around and behind me, watching and waiting to get onto the system. After I was done and logged off, I found out that the trace group (the ones who do analysis of trace evidence) had a warrent to get a screen shot of my system. They were investigating me.

I told Grissom, and he supported me 100%. He promised to get to the heart of things and find out what was going on. I talked directly to the head of trace and asked what they wanted and why. The answer I got was that they'd tell me once they'd gotten it. And that was that.

The second had something to do with me hiding in a basement while Gestapo types searched the upstairs of the house I was in. It was the 40's and there was a blonde with me down there hiding behind the furnace. Wasn't any house I recognized either.

The gestapo left having failed to find anyone home (guess they didn't search the basement). But then someone upstairs shifted a curatain which told them someone was home and they burst back in. The blonde and I kissed in that old movie "let's pretend we're together so they don't get us" trick. The Gestapo arrested us and the first question they asked was "are you married?"

"No," I answered.

"You should be careful if you aren't married," was the reply.

Then the Blonde said something to me about how we'd been to see these two movies. I could tell it was something to help us get our stories straight, but for the life of me, I'd not seen either film. I tried to say something intelligent but non-committal about the movies.

I guess we were released, because the dream then skipped ahead to sometime in the future, and I was in a jazz club. There were people cleaning the floors and they were complaining that the "signal" hadn't gone out. They waved an aluminum pan around and that was the signal for the resistance to act. Then these people came through covered in red cake icing. The floor cleaners all said "yeah, let's say that's just icing..." *wink*wink* I'm not sure if I was with the resistance or just in the wrong place at the right time...