Dreams

I rarely ever remember my dreams, and when I do I only ever have the same dreams that everyone else has. Like the one where your being chased by a dog and can't run, or where you're falling, and wake up just before hitting the sand, or where your riding a unicycle down a huge hill with the rock monster from "The Never Ending Story" on your shoulders trying to dodge boulders and avoiding a spotlight that's trying to find you.
Last night I had one of my favorite recurring dreams. You know the one where I'm herding skinned headless chickens in the mountains, and as I look over the valley I see a nuclear explosion take out the Great Salt Lake. So I jump in my dump truck and rush down the windy dirt road, but every time I hit a bump waves of bright pink pigs slosh over the sides of my truck. So I stop, and try to clean up the pigs, but I don't have enough sponges, so I know I'm going to get in trouble. I always wake up as I'm trying to soak up the pigs with my sponges.
I wonder what Froid would think of that one.