I am a nerd. I like to sleep. As a result, I have dreams. Nerd dreams. And here is where I will log them. I think Freudian psychology is silly, though, so I don't read too much into them. You're welcome to if you want, but don't judge me too hard if you do.

Rats…

The whole first part of this dream is a bit hazy, but I vaguely recall there being some kind of intergalactic court house (which was like a giant space stadium) in which either a friend of mine or I was being falsely accused of something. However, our legal team (a ragtag bunch, mind, mostly kids and the like) managed to pull off some sort of amazing comeback and we proved our innocence in the matter. And then the stadium was used for this big celebratory parade. And I think it was Christmas, too. So I got a present of something like 7 interlocking mp3 players. They were just little squares (kinda like those little square iPods) with little adapters sticking out of them that could plug into sockets in the other mp3 players. It was… awesome?

BUT THEN. Then things got bad. Turns out there was a pack of mice in my room that had been known to steal my stuff. So I had my nice pile of mp3 players on my bed, all neatly organized and interconnected, and then I turned around and BAM! Gone. And this is on Christmas, mind you, so I am in NO mood. So I start trying to hunt the mice down. Instead, I end up seeing this gigantic rat. It’s huge. And I have no idea what to do. So I run to my mom for help. Somewhere along the way, we end up taking a trip to a neighboring town/village to see if the mice are there. It’s a dusty sort of place, something out of an old western except also perpetually at dusk. Well, there are no mice there either way, and it slowly dawns on me that the rats probably took the mp3 players. And then my mom points out what we’re all thinking: “The rats probably ate your mp3 players. Sorry kiddo.”

Maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t bother buying a new mp3 player anytime soon…