shit i dream

i never remember shit i dream, but lately i've remembered a couple. the night after we had drinks at the hideaway, i dreamed i was working in a bizarroworld version of my present job, only i was shoveling crickets (and sorghum -- ???), probably inspahrd by the man who brought me here, who now runs a pet store in arlington. last night i dreamed i was walking by the bookstore in the old tandy center mall, only it was open, and then i was in one of the stories from one of the books, about two redneck kids -- a fat one and a skinny one -- with a gun who shot a dog. what on earth could _that_ portend?