last night I dreamed about finding tiny people, each about an inch tall, protecting them from superstitious my-size people who wanted to smash them with snow shovels (I was in another country where it is always snowy), and helping them to build their homes on the top of tree stumps (it suddenly stopped being snowy where the tree stumps were). The coolest part was I could see it from their perspective as well as mine -- I was both scales at once. I woke up with the urge to build tiny houses with reedy grass, sticks, glass pieces, and clay -- but it's no fun if no one is going to live there.