Thursday, August 18, 2005

My Dreams Aren't Normally This Violent, That's For Sure

I don't normally like to talk about my dreams, because they're usually only interesting to me. But this I had to share: I had a nightmare about rats this morning.

I was looking outside our second-story window in the back of our house, and there were about a dozen rats running all over my neighbor's deck. I could see Nabby down there too, rolling around in God-knows-what on her back. One of the rats then stopped, looked up and saw me and pointed. Then he flung himself through the air, crashing through the window and landed on my neck.

I woke up before he could take a juicy bite, but I'm pretty sure that's where this was headed.