For whatever reason last night I had two dreams. Dreams are a rare occurrence for me recently. Back in my offshore days I’d dream frequently and vividly. I suspect that was because of the short sleep cycle (I’d average 2-3 hours per nap while offshore) and the stimulus of the loud engines and the fact that your bunk is rollin’ along with the deck.
The 2nd Dream I recall was just dorky. I dreamed I was walking around an apartment complex with two animals from the lab with me and showing various people, just for fun and education. One was a Wistar rat, and the other a nude mouse. Being true to their nature, the Wistar was perfectly content huddling on my shoulder, but the friggin’ mouse broke free and took off running. I went looking for it and instead found a pack of American Anoles who were color-changing to pink, so I couldn’t tell if they were the mouse or just reptiles. And of course I was upset because I was outside the lab with laboratory animals…one of which is immuno-compromised, so I knew if I lost it it would be my ass. Odd and dorky.
The first dream was I was walking outside of work ready to throw a bag of trash in the dumpster. It was dark out, which isn’t very odd, as its dark around here at about 4pm, and I spotted a pair of groundhogs. There is a large groundhog that is often seen in the parking lot so it was amusing, but nothing odd. But he froze and I realized there was a coyote on the other side of the parking lot. I turned to head back into the building, and there was another coyote blocking my path. Then more…and more, I was surrounded and they were closing in. I had my hand around the .38 in my pocket (at this point dreaming that I don’t have a gun is like dreaming I don’t have pants on), and I was debating if it would be worth the legal hassle to shoot some of the coyotes to disperse the potential attack….when I realized that I was seeing a HUGE amount of animals where I typically see very few. You see orgies of animals is a common biology dream I have…comes from reading flied guides to fall asleep, I suppose. I realized I was dreaming, so instead I chose to fly away and land in a gunshow. It’s good to be the king! 
Of course when you know you’re dreaming you can bend reality to suit you, but it also means you generally wake up fairly soon….
Just amusing, so I thought I’d share.
What, no blondes???
Usually when the good looking blonde shows up in my dream, I wake up (dammit)!
She was a brunette at the gunshow, and I did wake up, but my wife reads this blog, so let’s pretend we were talking about different things….
Weer’d, I had a pretty strange dream about you too last night. You went camping alone and disappeared and was presumed dead, but I kept checking your blog looking for my morning snark and always forgot you were gone. At one point I wandered out into the forest trying to find your stainless 1911 since finding it would somehow indicate foul play.
I got to either lay off something, or start into something !!!
Actually sounds like an interesting start to a misery novel…
Of course you stumbling upon a secret temple in the woods filled with men in dark robes chanting and playing cockflutes is a MUST for the big finale!
That nude mouse looks kinda like a mini sharpei
WV: BDSM. Um, are they trying to tell me something? Or was that a pickup line?
I kinda think they all look like scrotums with legs and eyes.
Oh and my pickup lines are in the category of “Brick Wall Subtlety”