Down in my basement I had several aquariums in various states of dryness. One held methuselean versions of Pinky and Cartman, my beloved African clawed frogs who are no longer among us. Their skins were a very dark green, deeply wrinkled with spiky peaks that didn't hurt the hands. The water was quite low and they were resting with their noses just barely breaking the surface. Suddenly Spot dashed behind the plastic container sending it spilling onto the unfinished concrete floor. Pinky and Cartman slid and squirmed away through the growing puddle. Eventually I was able to wrangle the anurans and I realized that I had two Pinkys. Knowing how vicious and territorial ACFs can be, I kept the Pinkys away from each other when I started worrying if I put the correct Pinky in with Cartman. For a bit, I started arguing with myself over semantics if Pinky is the right pinky and how it all relates to chirality and Through the Looking Glass. When I stopped the mental masturbation, I saw that each of the shallow aquariums were full of squirming small green creatures, some of which were leaping back and forth between the waters.

Outside, I discovered that the neighborhood had become a skate park. That's when I quickly discovered that I wasn't a clumsy oaf and could manage being on a skateboard. Within minutes I was building up momentum between these two ramps against buildings until I could jump off and sit on a high ledge normally unreachable by other means. Jaybird and maribou showed up and explained how they were going to get a new computer.

That part wasn't particularly interesting and is largely forgotten but my dream continued like H.I.'s dreams. The world had become very dark, overwhelming the most brilliant of stars. I was dressed as a Muslim while crossing the great desert. Ahead was an area substantially less dark but I can't say that it was a light source. I fumbled inside and found I was within an abandoned nomad's tent covered with folded carpets. Curious, I started unfolding the carpets and discovered they were full of gems. Crawling around on my hands and knees, I started picking them up and squinting to see if they might've been worth some money or simply glass and paste. Suddenly there was a light source coming from underneath me and I saw that some of the baubles had become stuck to my beard and began shining with a clear light! Any attempts to stick one of the gems in my beard were for naught, the process required my attempt to be accidental rather than conscious. Unfortuantely when I got outside, the glow would fade and not be enough use for any navigation leaving me as lost as I was in the first place.

My fingers were worrying one of the gems and when I looked down to examine it, I saw that it was one of the plastic gems hanging in the utility room. In the waking world, there's a light in the utility room and to make it easier to find and grab raddidge put a fake jewel from Michael's on the string. I was now holding that gem and flicked on the light giving me a view of the front landing and the stairs leading up to the laundry room.

I slept until after eleven in the morning because I've been so tired.