Dreams are so weird sometimes

I have this recurring CIA operative theme in my dreams. A couple of nights ago I was a CIA operative with Jason Statham and we were trying to navigate a mansion the size of Connecticut in order to complete some unknown objective.

The highlight of my dream was when we were being chased, after having exited a room filled with toxic snails that made us giddy, of course, and found ourselves on a balcony-like precipice.  Our only options were to try and climb down a steep and perilous cliff or to leap on to a ten-story high grandfather clock conveniently tilted at about a 35 degree angle.  I wanted to climb but Agent Statham would have none of it. He picked me up and threw me across the chasm onto the clock then leapt directly behind me and we both slid safely to the bottom carefully dodging the very ominous second hand.


Once we reached the bottom we had to part ways.  Statham informed me that I should meet with my handlers in order to receive follow-up instructions.  The meeting was arranged and with utmost discretion I convened with my super-secret handlers, the Gustafsons.  During our meeting we discussed details of the case, including how many coats of paint Loren had to put on their new house and how much Cynthia loves chickens. Throughout the conversation Loren pet a very large grey cat that reminded me of Dr. Evil in Austin Powers.

Then I woke up and only then did it all seem weird