In last night's dream I was in an old house with my co-workers Ashleigh and Heather. The house had recently been flooded and we were trying to assess the damage to figure out if we could use the space for a lab. As we were walking up the stairs from the basement, and alligator came out of nowhere and began attacking Ashleigh (she complained that "it tickled")! I used something sharp to cut off the gator's tail, which startled it enough that the three of us were able to make it to the top of the stairs where we quickly shut the door. The gator was small, though, and managed to wriggle under the door. I opened the door and kicked it back down the stairs and stuffed some jeans in the gap, hoping that would keep the gator contained. Nope, the alligator chewed through the jeans and started coming under the door, again! I had to kick it and fight with it. The gator's blood was bright orange with black specks (like pepper) in it...it was gross; it made me vomit...my vomit was bright pink like Pepto Bismol.
We won the fight, but what the heck?
I also dreamt that Steven came home in the middle of the night with a new picnic table, which I had to go back to the store to pay for the next day.
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