Bizarro Dreams - Calamari

I dreamed the other night I was a tiny purple octopus/squid. No, I'm not on drugs. Well, recreational ones anyhow. I am on some metroprolol and nitro just in case the ticker gets out of rhythm.

I was on a brief hiatus from the site, for a bit, seeing how my body decided to experiment with how well I would function without a regular heart rate and a tumor in my chest. Who knew a lime sized tumor would wreak such havoc on my 44-year-old body. I surely didn't. But I didn't come here to talk about that.

I came to talk about the cute little octopus/squid I was in my dream last night. Here in my mind's eye, I was following myself around a number of maze-like obstacles, with my tiny tentacles and my wide eyes. I was pretty cute, if I may say so myself. Now, I'm not entirely certain what this dream is trying to inform my conscience of, but it's a heck of a lot better than some of the others I've had.

Until about the middle of the dream.

During this maze of confusion, and my trying to make it who knows where comes a sound of large crunching. Like the walls are being eaten away by some ferocious predator, who is also coming to eat the maze I'm in. Five bucks says that if I were to have recorded myself last night, I was probably grinding my teeth and that's where the crunching came from, but that's just a guess.

The crunching came to a crescendo, and just when I thought my cute little octopi/squid was a goner, the alarm began clanging.

Saved by the bell. I sure as Sam Hill hope I don't resume the dream where it left off last night. I don't want to be someone's calamari.