|the internet is also weird|
As I woke from my deep slumber, I was momentarily convinced in my dreamy state that Mushi was an Organic Salmon and I was petting it. You know your salmon is really fresh when it purrs and what with it's shiny coat and all. I think I may have visited St. Lawrence Market one too many times this week. Dreams are weird.
When I was a kid, my stepfather got me into the habit writing down my dreams when I woke up. As most kids do, I had nightmares frequently. I had my notebook handy by the bed and when I had a bad dream I would write down what I could remember. Also, I would draw a cool picture of my accounts, which made it fun!
One dream that I can still vividly recall now makes me laugh. I was about 7 or 8 years old. I was the last human on earth and it had been taken over by cows. After failing to hide from them, I was captured and enslaved to put up posters for milk. As I brushed the paste on a fence and put up a poster, I peered over the fence to find a huge vat of milk being stirred by the cows. Then I woke up screaming. That has to be a terrifying way for parents to wake up.
Writing my dreams down when I was a kid was fun, but I don't think I'd enjoy the task now. I'd sooner forget many of the dreams I've had in my adult life.