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Ridiculous Dreams

I hardly ever remember my dreams. Ever. So it surprised me this morning when I woke up with a very vivid recollection of one of the most bizarre subconcious recollections I have experienced.

The dream involved one of the cats we kept when I was young (incidentally this cat was named 'Poo' by my cousin Nick in place of it ever being given a real name aside from just "Kitty". No that wasn't in the dream, that was real). Poo had given birth to not one, two, or three, but thirty-seven (yes, 37) kittens.

Only they weren't kittens. They were piglets. Miniature ones. That could talk. And sing. As a choir.

I think this may have been somehow spurned from our move to the new house the other weekend. One of the boxes I unpacked contained card games and board games and the like. One of the games was "Pass the Pigs" where you have to throw a couple of little plastic pigs, and score points based on how they land (it is most commonly played along with copious amounts of alcohol). I remember unpacking the game and thinking "Hmm, haven't played that for a few years" and promptly placing it on the bookshelf to collect dust along with all the other crap I haven't touched in years.

Anyway, so there I was marvelling at my new menagerie of miniature singing pigs who had just arrived on the scene via my cat and who spoke perfect English, when I discovered that one of the pigs had some kind of Fantastic 4-style power which meant that he was entirely 2-dimensional and could be rolled up into a cylinder.

And so I promptly picked him up and used him as a baton to conduct the rest of them in the singalong. And then, to top things off in true geek style, I think I went out and registered the domain 37piglets.com (or was that singingpiglets.com?)

I mean honestly, wtf?