Woke up in a cold sweat this morning before my alarm.
Had a dream where the "very hungry" snake that I had "forgotten" in my backpack for several weeks got out and was chasing the dean of the school of music and biting him. I was running in circles on Lowry mall while the snake stretched like an rubber band to chase me from the horizon.
Oh, and it had the colorings of a coral snake, but the body morphology of a green mamba. All skinny and menacing like.
What is it with the Grow boys and snake dreams?
Watched Transamerica with Manda at her request for her term project about transsexual parents.
Me at work, on my phone: "Well, do you know any transsexual parents?"