Corb said that I was doing my "night terror" thing again last night, where I thrash all about and talk in my sleep. I've been doing that most of my life (as ljinsomnia will attest.
I don't remember any of the bad dreams last night. All I do remember is this weird dream with Tiger. For some reason, he had a detachable head. When it was on, Tiger was older and had long, shoulder-length hair. He kind of looked like Kevin Kubechevski (sp) from You Can't Do That On Television. When it was off, you could see a small spindle sticking out of his neck where the head connected.
Tiger was on a field trip for camp, and I was driving my car in front of the yellow bus he was on. Strapped on top of the bus was a giant ferris wheel. Tiger asked to go for a ride on it without his head on, and I let him, but I forgot he was on the ferris wheel, and when I remembered, an hour later, I was yelled at by the bus driver for being so forgetful. Tiger was cool about the whole thing, though.