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I can tell you, and Mark can second this...I have mice on the brain. I've had three clear dreams about mice, even. The first, a couple weeks ago about seeing big mice, baby mice, grey mice, brown mice....all over the floor, just lying there, scattered about like spilt grains of rice. And so in the dream, I wonder to myself, "well, they must be dead. but ewww. I don't want to touch them." So I plug in the vacuum cleaner and start it up, when much to my surprise, they jump up and scramble away. Dream number two is kind of funny. Had it during finals, so that must explain it. I'm sitting somewhere in my house and there's this medium sized cardboard box in the middle of the room. I hear rustling in the box, and I *know* that it is a mouse. I reach out my hand with a bit of food and offer it. "here mousie" I call. And this "tall" mouse scuttles out and starts eating from my hand. He even lets me pet it. The wierd thing is that this mouse is like a granddaddy mouse or something. He has white / greying ears, and even a fuzzy white beard going on. I dunno. Maybe it was a Santa mouse. haah. Santa mouse went away, and then I felt bad because basically I'd contributed to infestation of mice. Great. The "next day", I go out to the box again, and hear the same rustling sound. I offer the food and call him again, only to have this tiny baby mouse jump out of the box. So I had this horrible feeling come over me, because basically the grandpappie had had babies. Schista. That's all I remember. I had a dream this morning with a mouse again. Can't remember it now. 2001 archives are up. Some shady stuff in there. But it was also the year I met my baby, so it's a good year nonetheless. Off to my day of re-lax-ah-shun.
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