I had a dream this morning that I was at a warm, if slighly murky, desert lake. I’d been told that there were elves there, scientifically-viable elves, but I was unconvinced and swam around with some other folks. At one point, I floated on my back down into one leg of the lake, and suddenly I realized that I was sharing the water with a lot of snakes, some of them smaller, some of them larger, many of them sunning themselves in large, draping roped groups, clustered on logs at the edge of the lake. I don’t have a fear of snakes, but I simply didn’t know if these species were dangerous, and got very nervous. I would bump into the odd snake cruising in the water, and none bit me, but I realized that this murky lake was really a swamp, and swamps ain’t good places to swim. I wanted to get out, but the snakes were sunning themselves on the shores of the lake, and everyone knows that you simple do NOT want to piss off a sunbathing snake.

I finally figured a way out onto the shore, and realized that, it being a swamp, I had attracted a few leeches. I flicked most of them off, and started walking up and down the sand dunes around the lake. Then I realized there was the possibility of scorpions, and started picking my footing very carefully. Then I realized where I was–I was at a Moontribe party! …And is that Brad playing? I traversed a rocky outcropping, and looked down to see Roman! He reached up and I jumped into his arms, but unfortunately my knee seemed to hit a tender spot (*cough*) and my hello was ruined.