dreams and more dreams.... last night; the dream was rather forgettable (in fact, I forgot it) untill the end. I was roaming around in some kind of furniture warehouse or such and there was a smallish (2-2 1/2 feet long) gator trying to bite my hands. Once or twice it managed to clamp onto my hand - I could feel some kind of tongue or something slopping around on my fist, and it's jaw clamping around my forearm. I could distract it, like a playful puppy, with something else and it would let go of my arm, but it seemed like only a matter of time before it got bored and tried harder to tear my arm off.

I woke in a panic, sweating, thinking about kayaking near my parents' house, and being bumped out of my boat by a couple of huge gators and furiously trying to get back into the boat - out of the water - knowing i'd be mangled and likely drowned by a huge ugly gator, all only 30 feet from safety or such...

wow!

"You may be a bit of undigested beef, a blob of mustard, a crumb of cheese. Yes. There's more gravy than of grave about you!"