Last night I dreamed I was taking care of a female mini-Schnauzer named Garbo who kept dashing away from me, and out of desperation I kept looking around for bacon to tempt her back to me.



A few dreams before that I dreamed that Russell Crowe was my boyfriend and he was going to turn into a werewolf in a matter of minutes, so he and I were rushing around my parents' home gathering our things into our knapsacks so we could drive out into the wild to keep everyone else safe.



Hm.

I'm trying to stay still to let my feet heal, and it's just not going well.