Check out "Let the Finder Beware" on my left sidebar. Paul has the most active imagination! But its nothing compared to the weird dreams created out of pregnancy-related hormones!

For example, a few days ago I watched LOTR:TwoTowers. For some reason, LOTR doesn't give me nightmares. Of course, I fast forward through the orc fight scenes.

Anyway, that night I dreamed that the whole thing took place on my grandparents farm. Their house was Isengard. My parents house was Gondor. The toolshed at the top of the hill was Mordor. The rising forces of darkness were ... a bunch of golden retrievers. They were determined to urinate in my grandparents house. As the dream progressed, they slowly darkened from gold to black, all the while trying (in the yard) to jump and lick you until you laughed and rubbed their tummies while their tails wagged frantically. I woke up before the final confrontation, which was postponed by doggie-treat-cookies.

My husband just shakes his head when I tell him stuff like this. Although last week when I told him something, which might have been "I'm just not a dramatic person", he laughed until he turned purple!