Not at bedtime, though.

The other night I had this horrible dream.  I was walking through a deserted neighborhood (always a bad idea in dreams) and I saw a polar bear.  That’s not funny—polar bears are scary.  I steered clear and tried to avoid being seen, but kept walking down the street.  Then I saw a Pit Bull and hoped he wouldn’t see me, but I timed my escape poorly and we met at the corner.  I had some kind of metal stake in my hands (Chris has been doing some gardening) and I waved it to deter him.  It did not.  He came towards me and I responded in a decidedly un-Cesar-like fashion.  Somehow, I got away and the worst thing on earth happened: the Pit Bull and the polar bear (sounds like a children’s story) started to fight.  But Jenny, isn’t it better that they fight each other than you?  No, of course not.  I am ridiculous anyway, but I am especially ridiculous in regards to animals.  I’d rather have them maul me than each other.  And yes, I do love cheeseburgers, why do you ask?

So under the category of Trying to Fix Things Beyond My Control, I need to stop this fight.  I don’t want to see either of them hurt, Pit Bulls have a bad reputation, polar bears are on the endangered species list, no one else is around… my responsibilities are endless!  I know I have to do something, but what?  How do you separate a Pit Bull and a polar bear?  There is some advice about pouring water on fighting dogs, but that approach is lost on Pit Bulls, apparently— I imagine it has little effect on polar bears.

So I woke up somewhere around this point feeling sweaty and exhausted.  When I told Tracy about it, she said these dreams are a good indication of stress level and I had to laugh.  The Pit Bull and the polar bear, indeed!