Sunday morning I had a dream I was on a fishing boat with a couple other people. Next thing I know, we're underwater; somehow a submarine fishing boat. We came across another boat who had apparently hooked something big. "Whatever's on the the end of this line is enormous" they said. We threw out a line to take over the job of wrangling the beast in, and before it even came up, I knew what it was: a giant squid! When it came at us, it was pretty pissed and moving fast, and I jumped out of the boat and swam down to hide behind a rock. In the distance, I could see the octopus chasing the boat away through the water. Left stranded, I began to worry how I'd ever get home. As there was no cell phone service underwater, I logged on to facebook to alert people of my location (apparently there's deep sea wi-fi now). "Please come find us soon!" it said. Finally, a boat comes to the rescue and I'm wrapped in warm blankets and led to a bedroom to sit down. Just as I sit to reflect on how crazy of an experience that was, I notice a couple ants crawling on the bed and flick them away in disgust. The dream flashes forward. I'm making a tiny bomb to kill the octopus, but am nervous that if its too big, it will hurt me as well. I wrap it in bacon. I want the octopus to eat it, and have it explode inside, but not hurt me in the explosion. I'm approaching the octopus, his tentacles swirling about me, and I start to move to push the bomb inside his mouth....
and that was the end of the dream! Crazy, huh? I've come up with my own interpretation, but will leave it off of the blog and up to your imagination. ;)
