Okay, so I had this weird dream last night about bats and Russel Crowe

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Somehow we (and I don't know who "we" are) were in a place with a lot of mosquitos, outside. Somehow, this wonderful product ends up in our midst (it was one of those dreams that keeps time shifting over the boring story development parts, and skips from action to action), and we put this thing on the top of a house, like a screen, and the instructions say to then blow this whistle. Well, the idea was that the whistle thing attracts all the mosquitos to the screen. it worked like uttermagic! All the skeeters went right for the screen. And then, most beautifully, the mosquitos in the screen attracted boatloads of bats, which started eating all the skeeters.

I was most rejoicing! (I like bats, and I hate skeeters, so taht was cool)

But then the dream got weird - a bat came and latched onto my elbow, and I couldn't get it off. So I'm walking around with this bat on my arm, trying to get it off. Somehow, I'm in school corridors for a while - or it might have been a dormitory.

Then - and this is when it gets weird - I'm outside again, and I see a guy I know who has a dog. The dog comes up, and is ready to take the bat off my arm, so I look to the guy and I say,"Hey - can you help me with this bat? You dog could have it."

He thinks about it for a moment, and then says, "For $200, I'll help you out."

So then I say, "Yeah, well fuck you, Mr. Russel Crow!!!" and walked away, muttering about my disgust that he wouldn't help me when it would have taken was for the dog to bite the damn thing. Then after a few minutes of me stewing, the bat fell off of its own accord.

[Rabrrrrrr]

1. Just a tiny little kick

You know, for the children. We have to consider the children!