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Last night before falling asleep, Teej and I watched Werewolf of London from 1935. The Wolf Man it was not, but it was a great (really) old film complete with the grand dames and faked British accents.

Then we went to sleep.

While I didn't have nightmares, I did have quite the active dreamscape. In one of the dreams I was living in a cloud palace with a bunch of hippies who were hiding out from the law. It was a 1984ish society, kind of like America of 2007, where people were just being accused and put into a crazy 3D labyrinth where they had to run from (wait for it) wolves and or wolf men while they tried to find their way through the maze. It was kind of like one of those scenes in Alien where Ripley is searching thru the air ducts, or the scene in The Simpsons where Santa's Little Helper gets lost in Springfield Elementary's A/C system.

If that wasn't weird enough, I then had a second dream where Bimbo made a starring return. She and I went to see a play with my dad. The play was an improv bit with Steve Martin. I lied and said she was a service dog to get her through the door. She just stayed curled up on my lap. When Steve came running down the aisle with his wild-and-crazy-guy bit, he stopped and said "doggie" and started petting Bimbo. That was the end of the play, he wouldn't do anything else but pet her.

In dream number 3, I hacked into someone's gmail account and started looking at his mail. I'd say who it was, but I'm not comfortable publishing those kinds of details on my blog. Refer back to dream #1, I think it sucks that we live in a climate where I feel awkward publicly discussing the names of public figures who were in my dreams. The crazy part of that dream was when this person needed me to help him with his account, I had to some how log out before he looked at my screen so he could log in.

crazy.

So now today I'm all refreshed and dreamed out. It did occur to me somewhere that today is the anniversary of Bimbo's demise.