ramble, ramble

So, something a little weird happened today. When I got back home from work and walked into my kitchen, I immediately noticed that the paper bag from Whole Foods, which I use for all the dry, non-smelly garbage (to save room in the regular garbage bin for the nasty stuff, since I usually take my garbage out only once a week), was placed ON TOP of the garbage bin, instead of beside it. And I am absolutely, positively sure it wasn't there when I left in the morning. I don't recall EVER putting it there, either today or on any other occasion. When I clean out the little corner beside the stove, I just move both garbage containers to the side, and then put them back in their previous place. Even if I had a reason to stack them on top of each other for a moment, I wouldn't leave them like that all day, because I am simply too anal about keeping everything in its proper place.;) (I don't mind dust and cobwebs, but if someone misplaces an object on my shelves, it will jump out at me and stab me in the eye right away... lol.) But then, everything else in the apartment seemed to look exactly the way I left it, and nothing is missing, so I can't honestly believe someone had broken in just to misplace my garbage.:D Just how weird would that be??? But if I had done it, and then so completely forgotten about it that I was startled to see it... then it's somehow even more disturbing. *shudder* Not because it's a matter of grave importance that my garbage stays put, but because I pride myself on being fully conscious and aware of my own actions, however trivial they may be. And my memory seems perfectly fine too - better than average, in fact. So how could that happen?... *scratches head, extremely puzzled*

Also, I had this unbelievably elaborate dream last night that seemed to last forever and tell a very complicated story with many intertwining plotlines. ( It was epic, and I recall thinking blearily, on the verge of waking up, that I have to record it somehow. )