.I don't keep a dream diary anymore. I did for a while, and even wrote up a collection of the best entries, titled "Lord Vacant on the Boulevard of Naked Angels," which can be found here. But though I managed to maintain it for a couple of years, once I read it through my curiosity was satisfied and I moved on.
Still, every now and then, a remembered detail from one of my dreams piques my interest. Last night, in the middle of a dream in which I was back in college (but not one, for a miracle, involving final exams for a course I haven't attended), I saw the following public service poster:
"But It Smelled Like My Cat!"
DON'T PLACE LIVE WOLVERINES
IN YOUR TROUSERS
IT'S ILLEGAL -- AND IT'S WRONG.
Which kinda makes you wonder how that particular fad got started, dunnit?