DEAR SUBCONSCIOUS:

Noooo! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

You can't stop the puppy play scene RIGHT THERE!

I was being a good dog! I. WAS. BEING. A. GOOD. DOG!!!

That's a TERRIBLE place to wake up!

*GROANS!*

I do appreciate the Western-themed kidnapping scene, but that degenerated into nonsense. The dog thing was going SO much better.

The context is long-gone, and I remember nothing else about the dream, but I woke up to this written on my bedside paper:

I am invited to a game of hide and seek. I point to my ass and quip: "How in the hell do you hide something that big?!" Everyone laughs.
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Yeah. That's what I get for watching the good parts of Solomon Kane before bed.

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I woke up yesterday to find this written down on the stack of paper by my bed. Took me several minutes to decipher the writing, as it was particularly illegible.

"GRIZZLED MCSURLY"

Marshmallow Having Boy:

Hey man, fuck you guys if you don't like that I'm made of marshmallow!

. . .

You tell 'em, Marshmallow Having Boy. You tell 'em.

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Cat's absence
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