'Splodey subconcious.
Recently I had a dream that I was a white canine (somewhere between wolf and fox) being pursued by a band of gentlemen in black trench coats who wanted me dead. Despite my efforts to evade them (managed me some pretty sweet moves), they got me. They threw me on my side and bound me to the ground with leather cords and metal stakes. Then they cut off my tail, and after some amount of ruthless torture, finished the job by decapitating me. My body laid on the ground in bloody pieces, but somehow I knew I was still alive. Immobile and badly injured, but alive. I had the thought that if I remained there long enough looking dead and defeated, they'd eventually leave. And I'd pull myself together (heh) and live another day.
I also dreamed another night that Shaq gave me a big hug. And that was it.
I also dreamed another night that Shaq gave me a big hug. And that was it.