The most ridiculous nightmare

November, thank God, is finally over. For reals. I checked. It's December 3rd... all my best sources say November won't be back for another 11 months - by which time I will undoubtedly have a new and improved attack plan.

So let's get back to business.

(1) Last night I had a nightmare about....snails.

Fist-sized black snails that kept coming out of my oven! They were really slow but still really scary! I couldn't stop them! They were all over the kitchen and there were more in the oven!

I think this might be the most ridiculous nightmare ever recorded.

The snails, no doubt, bear serious psychological evidence of my perceived failure at customer service. Or!!! The dream represents how my repressed desires (the scary snails) to sing Rocky Raccoon (or, more lately, Toto's Africa) at top volume at work will not be controlled! That would make the oven a symbol of my mouth....which seems about right.

(The awesome beware of snails sign led to to this cute blog that offers up free names for nameless bands. The name for that went with the sign was "Beseiged by Snails"!)