Queen Mab

I'm going to take a break from posting in the morning (she said, posting in the morning) as we finally have a sunny, dog-parkable day I don't want to lose the earlier hours of.

Besides, I had a bad(ish), Moby-Dick-related dream last night:

I had been directed (by God, no less) to walk along a certain street until I got to a certain house full of people. The people in the house were all playing cards. Also, they were all dead -- drowned off of whaling ships -- but didn't know it. My job was to tell them they were dead.

I won't go into much more detail than that (or else I'll spend too much morning typing), except to say that they were very difficult to convince, and, once convinced, they forgot pretty much immediately. It became clear to me that my job was to stay there -- likely forever -- and keep reminding them. At some point, I started wondering if I, myself, were dead.

I woke up exhausted.

So off to the sunny dog park for me and Starbuck! Them dead folks can play all the cards they want.

UPDATE: You can read my interpretation of this dream here.