Yes, this was a real dream. This obnoxious, Asian midget gymnast kept jumping around my shoulders. I tried to knock him loose, but it was a no go. I finally conceded to carry him to a Japanese restaurant where he had an important business meeting. I can't say for certain whether the dish I was offered was yakisoba, but it was definitely fried noodles.

I explained this dream to a woman who looked remarkably like Toxy Gene, a French-Canadian horror/fetish model. She seemed uneasy at first, but lightened the mood by telling me about her dream (which I can't remember).

Then I awoke for real. Haha. My stuffed animals were less than enthusiastic when I recounted it to them. Oh well.

Do you remember your dreams?