pridie ides june 2003 c.e. In Yer Dreams Much to the relief of my readership last night's dream was fairly basic. I was at the beach and the waves were crashing on the shore. The water was remarkably clear instead of the green pea soup stuff that I'm used to seeing everywhere else. Among the waves were stingrays being tossed about in the undertow. The more I wanted to keep away from the waves the closer I got until the water was rushing about me, crashing over me and tugging at my legs to take me deeper in the water. When I was completely immersed my scene shifted to leaning over a bathroom sink. Every five minutes I would vomit for no reason. Sometimes I thought I was disgusted by the plight of the stingrays while other times I was wondering if I got a bellyful of sea water.