Bet you thought that I abandoned den, didn’t you? Not quite, but kind of. I’m working a gig downtown all week, and my online free time is severely cramped as a result. It’s hard to blog when you’ve got people coming up to you with their laptops in hand, crying “Save us!”…and I sure can’t whisper no and get away with it with my boss right there (and, yes, that was a little nod to Watchmen, thank you very much).

Anyway, I did get to come home last night. My sabbatical, however, is almost up and it’s almost time for me to venture back. Never fear, though, my friends. There will be a Flashback Friday this week. I wrote it last week and it’s scheduled to go online automatically. Don’t you just love technology sometimes? I might also try to fit another post in between now and then, but I can’t make any promises at this point.

So I had this strange dream this morning right before I woke up. Never mind the strangeness that I remembered it, which I very rarely do with dreams. But this was about me hunting. Yeah, that sounds plausible already, right? I won’t go into details other than to say that the only people I recognized from the dream were my high school softball coach and a kindergarten teacher from my old school. I don’t know who I was supposed to be hunting with, but we were walking through the woods with shotguns and we heard this sudden commotion of screaming and crying. We came into a clearing where two bears were rampaging through a campground down below (we were standing on a cliff that strangely had a staircase carved into the side that descended down to the campground).

Next thing I know, I’m loading my shotgun, climbing down the stairs, taking aim at one of the bears, and then…BLAM! I shoot it and kill it with one shot. The second bear stops running, comes over and sniffs the now dead bear, and then just sits down and hangs its head. In the dream, I drop my gun and start to cry. In reality, I wake up and am five shades of relieved that it was just a dream.

Now I’m trying to figure out what the hell might have inspired that kind of dream. I don’t think I ate anything weird last night, and I went to bed early enough that I got a good night’s sleep. All I know is that if these are the kinds of dreams I have, maybe it’s for the best that I don’t remember most of them.

Anyway, I need to locomote now. I’ve got a jean folding seminar to get to (and if you sugar boogers can name the movie I just kind of quoted from, I’ll pay for your next tank of gas).