Weird Gibbs dream.

I accidentally fell asleep prematurely around 6:30 or 7 tonight, and I just woke up at 8 because GroupWise dinged in that I had a new email. Anyway, I woke up from a weird dream.

I was working a homicide with NCIS, and I was the senior officer with a bunch of probationary officers that were training. Maya and Annie were there, and so was McGee, who was my brother. He was mad at me, and I was mad at him, for some reason. I was driving this car with Gibbs in the front and Annie and McGee in the back; I think Maya had ridden in the back as well at one point and left me her purse in the back seat, again, for some odd reason. Anyway, Gibbs went and questioned this woman, a suspect, who told us something about her sister being in this military hospital and in danger. Gibbs and, I believe, Maya stayed with the woman to check her alibi, etc. before going to the hospital. I drove us to the hospital while trying to patch things up with McGee, my brother, by telling him that he hadn't done anything wrong and that I was really proud of him (I guess he had thought he had screwed something up, and I was trying to make show off and make him look worse?).

We got to the hospital, and I got separated from everybody else when I stayed back to help the newbies stay back and unload the gear from the van. Annie and McGee and whichever newby who was in the front passenger seat all went up to meet Gibbs. I got left with this Proby, and we got stuck in the lobby because I couldn't remember the room number. This kid, a guy who reminded me of Jordan from the Learning Center, apparently had Gibbs' number, but decided to call two other people instead. I felt guilty because I couldn't remember the special reason that Maya had left me her purse -- I knew she had left me something important in there. The kid told me that I should know the room number from the sister's interview, which I wasn't at, but I was frustrated that the information must be in Maya's purse, which I had left in the car (and no longer knew how to get to).

In the meantime, the kid tried the sister's house, then NCIS headquarters instead of Gibbs, Ziva, or Abby (the last two were also there now, apparently?). The nurse either couldn't remember the room number Gibbs had asked for, or couldn't give it to me for security/privacy reasons, and I was so frustrated with the Proby that I just decided to walk up each corridor and see if I saw one of our agents out in the hallway. I took off on my own, feeling only slightly guilty at leaving the kid, since he had the information anyway and would find it out in his turtle-slow own time.

I caught Gibbs in the hallway of the lobby, and we took the elevator down to the basement together as I vented my frustrations about this new Proby. He just smiled at me and told me to give the guy a chance and be patient. Then we met up with all the Probies (except the one I had left) in the basement (Ziva, Annie, Maya, and possibly McGee being upstairs with the patient), unloading another van in an evidence garage of some sorts. (I just remembered that the car I had been driving was the one I couldn't remember the location of. Crazy dream.) Tony was there, and Gibbs said something to him that frustrated and kind of embarrassed him — he'd screwed up somehow.

I followed Tony into the stairwell to talk to him and see if he was okay, and there was a tractor inside. It turned out that this basement had two garage entrances, and that was how these vehicles got in here. The stairwell was not a typical stairwell, in a room by itself, but was just off to the side of this mechanics garage (the other was an evidence garage). Just like with McGee, I tried to tell Tony that I was proud of him, but I tried to give Tony a hug (much safer when standing next to the person, instead of trying to drive and hug someone in the back seat). He flinched and moved away, and I sat down on the tire, reminiscing about my dad's old tractor, the 4020. I was saying that I couldn't remember if it was the big tractor or the little tractor, when a mechanic came in and said they needed to park another vehicle in there. I got the heeby jeebies about this guy, but we walked outside.

Suddenly, we were standing next to the driveway at my family's old farm, now in the daytime. (It had always been night-time before.) I don't remember if it was Tony, McGee, or my real-life brother now who stood next to me (whomever it was was definitely a brother of mine, though, in this section of the dream, and I really wanted to impress him) but we noticed that there were paramedics at the blue house across the street (our old family friends' old place, which was and is currently lived in by strangers). Then some country kid pulled into our driveway in a beat-up, old car and got out. This weird-looking, freaked-out, little kiwi bird ran toward me, and basically ran right at my boot. I kind of freaked out a little bit and kicked the poor, little thing -- sent it flying into the air, where it landed and started hobbling around. The kid driving the car said that I should kill it, but I didn't want to. I was kind of horrified that I had been able to hurt the poor, little thing in the first place, but then the kid showed me that I had somehow kicked one of its legs off when I freaked out. (The "boys" didn't care so much, being redneck country boys, but I felt bad and didn't want to fit in with those boyhood instincts to kill small animals. I could never shoot birds or squirrels with my brother, either.) I knew that the bird couldn't last for long and would probably die a long and painful death, so I asked the kid to kill it, but do it quickly and inflict the least amount of pain to the bird. He did.

Suddenly, my dad was there, and the kid and car were gone. My dad asked if we could take his team of (white) horses and his buggy down the road to check out the beautiful spring wildflowers that had popped up by the roadside, and I said that we could walk that far, but yes, the ride sounded nice. Then I woke up.

It's weird how much detail I remember. Enough to Freudian analyze me, probably (haha). All the NCIS stuff is easily explainable, since I was watching old episodes online before I fell asleep. Anyway. Just wanted to record my first and only NCIS dream for posterity's sake. Maybe I'll try to see if it has any significance later, but for now, I'm just satisfied that I had it. :)