The X-Files and tiny investigators

I've been watching episodes from the first season of the X-Files with Melanie and Rosy lately. My dad and my sister were deep into the show when it was airing on television, but being the squeamish, easily frightened child that I was (resulting in the squeamish, easily frightened adult that I currently am) I never really watched it with them.

But now I've caught more episodes in the last 30 days than I had ever seen in the show's 10 year run. And while it's hard for me to turn away from an investigation story after I've watched the first intriguing 10 minutes, I know it's bad for me to watch.

Why?

Because every time I watch a particularly bothersome episode, I go to bed with a series of freaked out dreams. I couldn't even tell you what my dreams were about last night. Only that I was unable to sleep.

There was one non-frightening dream, though, that I had around 3 in the morning.

The dream involved two tiny investigators. Like a couple inches tall. They had all of the equipment needed to solve crime in and around homes where big people live; a car, for instance. A tiny tiny car. But they are driving around in their tiny car and are trumped by a forest of broccoli; they can't get through, but they need to in order to continue their investigation. And then, skipping forward in time, they have to enter the Kenmore. So these tiny people don thick, arctic circle clothing and enter the frigid land of the refrigerator.

That's all I remember of the dream. Cute, no?