Hell in a Street Sign

So, just so you get an example of some of my dreams that don't make sense, I thought I'd tell you about one from the other night.

We had Hell contained in an old, metal street sign that had been shot a few times with a shotgun. I don't know how or why, but we had somehow managed to contain Hell into this sign, and the only way to keep it contained in there was to hit it with these other metal-like things. It made an aggravating noise even for human ears, but it was keeping Hell in.

We were in a house and people were running all around, trying to keep the minions of Hell from getting inside and releasing it from the sign. I wasn't involved with the fighting, I had to make sure that Hell didn't get out. At one point during the fighting, we were not doing so well, so my friend and I, in charge of the sign and keeping Hell in, took it and hid in this food pantry.

The next thing I know, I am fixing a dryer. There was a hole in the thing that tumbles the clothes and clothes kept getting wedged in between the tumbler and the base. So, I had to reach in and pull out a a brightly striped sock so that it would tumble again. I knew it was almost pointless because more clothes were just going to get jammed in there if we didn't plug the hole.

It's random. I know. This is how they usually are, so I don't post them all. I just thought I'd give you a glimpse on what it's like normally.