There’s nothing like a nap.

Especially when it is full of dreams about getting caught in a tsunami, and then rescued by dolphins. Who look more like green slugs. Who try to eat me. (I saw part of Little Shop of Horrors earlier today - I blame that). Who, in me trying to fight off what I think is their playful biting that they don’t realize really hurts, are getting crushed by me as I try to roll away and are now in full-on “fight for your life” mode and ripping me apart. I remember feeling the blood everywhere as I roll around my living room carpet from 1993 with them crawling after me.

Then I woke up and found my dog licking me. I guess that explains the wet feeling that my brain turned into something deadly.

I’m glad I don’t usually sleep where he can get to me. That would be a messed-up dream to have all the time. I’ve got enough recurring nightmares without adding one.

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