Rarely do I have dreams. And even rarer still do I remember them. It seems when I am sick I have more vivid dreams; I don't why this is, that's just how it is.
A rather odd one last night. For some reason I had a relatively small aquarium in my room. Full of lobsters. About a dozen of them. And it spilled over; but not the water or anything therein, only the lobsters. They began not so much attacking me, but just grasping their claws onto me. It seemed painful but not life-threatening or anything.
Kind of makes me want to go to
Maine.