I think I may have developed a new stress dream. It's not that I'm specifically worried about anything, I'm just anxious in a small way about a few things. Lately I've been noticing muscle tension and headaches and other non-specific signs that it may be time to spend an evening in lavender-scented hot water, you know?

Anyways, the other night I had a vivid dream that I was at a venue for a show, I think by Joel Plaskett (!!!) and not only did I not have my ticket on me, it wasn't in the spot at home where I always put tickets purchased in advance. I was a very happy camper when I woke up!

I seem to have developed my very own naked-in-public / forgot-my-skates-before-the-big-game dream.

And really, it beats that small-planes-crashing dream I had for years, and the Mitzi's-eye-is-swollen one, too. So, win!

For years now, whenever I'm under stress I've dreamed of plane crashes. Yes, I used to work around aircraft. No, it's not a pleasant dream.

For a little while there that dream was replace by one in which all my teeth are falling out. Also not fun.

Recently, however, I think I have a new one. I don't know what I was specifically stressing about last week, but I woke up early Saturday morning with a dream that both of Mitzi's eyes were swollen shut and infected.

You know, all things considered, I almost prefer the teeth...