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I hardly ever remember dreams, and when I do, they do not generally stray too far from my normal everyday activities. I will remember a dream every six months or so, and most of the time it will involve waving hello to a friend. That is it. Pretty boring, huh?

Last night I had a dream that I actually remember. For some reason, I was the owner of four Tree Frogs. I had a hard time wrangling them up as they kept trying to jump out of their container. I distinctly remember them crawling over my scrubs as they made their escape.

I was also the owner of a small alligator, about three feet long. I had to tape its mouth shut, but for some reason all we had available was Scotch tape. I kept yelling, “I need more tape! He’s going to death roll again!” I felt a lot like Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter. I just hope I didn’t look like this guy.