Last night, I dreamed that I found my two sons and a friend sleeping in
the ferret cage. One guy per ferret bed, per shelf. Did I then dream
that I shewed them out or look for the ferrets? No, I wasn't done yet.
Because then dreamed that I whipped out my camera to take pictures for
Facebook. ::shaking my head:: Unreal.

Dreams make all the sense in the world while you are in them. But once
out of them ... well, you know. A normal person would've thought it
didnt make sense to dream about ferrets, a ferret cage, and their sons.
But not me. I was more bothered by how it all "appeared" in the dream.
The ferret cage was normal size. Yet the boys were also normal size
(but still in proportion to the cage). How can both be true? Apparently
it can be in a dream.

Too obsessed with ferrets and Facebook I'm afraid.

But before you think to yourself, "Oh Wolfy, you are too much", what a
flake! Think back to a few of the things YOU guys have done (in dreams
or not) in the past.

Let's see .... was enough enough when a couple ferret owners dressed
their ferret in a hula outfit complete with coconut bra's and danced
them on national tv enough? No? How about when Linda Iroff dressed up
as a ferret at Ferret Symposium and allowed me to "train" her and shove
real ferret treats in her mouth in front of an audience of over a two
hundred people? Or what about when Barb Carlson announced to the world
she kept dead ferrets in her freezer (so that people could get them
cremated)? No, not enough?

Well then you tell me .... when is enough enough?

Wolfy

[P.S.]
This sure was a welcome change to the dream I had long of BIG stepping
off an elevator naked and talking to me at a Symposium. I never did get
him that golden penis neclace in rememberance.
[Yeah, in your dreams, Wolfy. BIG]

See you in my dreams,
Wolfy

[Posted in FML 7302]