I'm having a lot of squirrely dreams lately.

The other night I woke Erik at four because I was dreaming that we were at a Wierd Al Yankovic concert, and there were dancing gingerbread men all around us in a yellow room, making me dizzy.

This morning I awoke early, after thinking I was in North Dakota, and the streets were flooded. I was driving, and instead of turning down a street, accidentally drove my truck into the Missouri River. Fast fwd to the next dream, where I was building a handicap-accessible house with a huge window facing west, for sunset enjoyment purposes.

I need a vacation. Think I'm gonna book a cruise.