It was a long, long dream, so I won’t tell you aaaaaaaall about it, but this morning as I was waking up I was in the middle of dreaming I was at the Robin’s Nest. There was a ton of people there that I’d never seen before, including some punk-ass junior high kids who stole my glasses and my frog. (why did I have my frog with me? who the fuck knows?!?!) I couldn’t see anything but mushy shapes, and I saw the damned kids take Sasquatch out of his aquarium and start playing with him. Somewhere along the line I got the frog back, but they had hidden the aquarium. So I’m walking through the apartment trying to find it without my glasses on. And I walk into what I thought was the bathroom, but it was Eric’s room and lo and behold, there was the aquarium. As I quickly opened the lid and threw the frog in I realized this aquarium wasn’t mine. Eric had little tiny pet octopi. And tiny frogs that looked exactly like Sasquatch. I couldn’t pick out which one was mine anymore. I had my hand in there, trying to scoop the frog back out and one of the octopi started attacking my hand. In the midst of the fight I think I accidentally ripped some of its legs off. And in my dream, I was very allergic to octopi; by the time Eric and Pete found my glasses my hands had swollen up really bad. They looked like when you blow up proctologists gloves for ha-ha’s.

What does this all mean? Seriously. If you are into the whole dream-analysis thing I’ve got a million of them for you.

In other news, slacking because of the cold is over and I went to the gym this morning. Men in bike shorts is so very wrong.

So very, very wrong.