When this dream began, I was sitting in a car outside of a rather spooky house. It was one of those "haunted" houses that were featured so often in Scooby-Doo episodes. It was the middle of the night, and there was some strange stuff going on.

I was sitting in a car in front of this house, and there were tons of people wandering around. It seemed like we weren't really supposed to be there, but that's hardly a surprise given the time and location.

The sky was covered in the requisite clouds, and the moon was shining through in the typical "moon over a spooky house in the middle of the night" kind of way.

Without warning, the clouds began to move at a high rate of speed towards the horizon, as though the air behind them had suddenly decompressed. This worried me a bit. It was bad enough that I had to be sitting in my car, surrounded by loonies in front of a spooky house in the middle of the night. I didn't need strange and unexplained cloud activity thrown into the mix.

A few moments later, thousands of little lights appeared in the sky. They were tiny little things - Each one about the size of a golf ball. There wasn't any mass that I could discern, either - Just light.

They swarmed down through the clouds, over the house, through the house, around the trees, through the crowd, and eventually through me.

I thought it was beautiful, but I guess my car had had enough. It started itself without my permission and proceeded to drive itself (with me still at the wheel) away from the house.

The wandering people hadn't reacted too positively to the lights, either. They were running around, obviously terrified, and some of them were shouting "Colita!"

I have no idea who or what "Colita" is, but I guess it was something/someone you didn't want to mess with.

So, the car drove on. Drove through the night, actually, and just kept on going through the morning. It didn't stop for anything. I had never seen my car so spooked.

We eventually came to Portland. Driving down Front Avenue (the main street that runs along the river), we encountered a mass of people, all running in one direction. It just happened to be the same direction we were going, which means that these people might also have been running away from "Colita."

I was able to confirm this suspicion when, as often happens in dreams, my car disappeared. I found myself in the middle of the throng, running along with them, away from whatever it was that they were afraid of.

Someone reached out and grabbed me. He was totally out of his mind with fear, and was simply shouting "Colita!" over and over again.

I guess these people didn't like "Colita" either.

I never did get to find out what "Colita" was. The ending of the dream arrived in an interesting way, but without providing any resolution.

The "dream camera" panned out from the mob scene, and just kept on panning. It panned out until the whole of Oregon could be seen, then the U.S., and finally the world.

When the "dream camera" stopped panning out, it was focused on the Earth, hanging there in space, doing what planets do, which doesn't seem to be much of anything.

Then I heard Carl Sagan speaking. I don't know what was meant by what he said:

"1.2 trillion bits of information, although only about a fourth of what the human brain can store, is too much to absorb in one day."

And then the dream ended.