Crazy dream

Yesterday I used super glue to fix the broken K that had fallen off of our wreath. I couldn't get the glue to come out at first and then ended up exploding it all over my hand. So I spent the rest of the night trying to pull super glue off my fingers.

Here's an obligatory picture of Clyde, since you haven't seen him in awhile.

And here's the dream I had last night:

I was about to have surgery, so the doctor gave me some drugs to put me to sleep. He then started throwing sweatshirts on the floor and said, "You should sleep there now. We'll do it later." 

So I laid down on the sweatshirts and tried to sleep, but my family was having a picnic around me. It was like a picnic in honor of my surgery. Everyone kept talking around me, and I kept feeling like I had to interject my opinion into what they were saying, even though I was supposed to be sleeping.

Then over to the right of me was a kid playing on a little plastic trike. She tipped her trike over, and suddenly sparks and flames started coming out of the bottom of the plastic trike. "Dad, you should get the kid away from the fire," I said, over and over again from my drugged-up slumber on my sweatshirt bed. My dad didn't hear me. So I groggily get up, and for some reason I don't just grab the kid, I stand 10 feet away saying, "Come here! Come on!" Except I couldn't remember the kid's name, and she wouldn't come over to me. I knew she was related to me, but I couldn't for the life of me remember her name.

My dad finally picked up the kid and put her down again, and off she ran into the darkness, jumping and skipping. At the top of one of her skips, an invisible creature swept down, picked her up, and flew away, so that I could see the outline of a little girl flying across the night sky.

"And everybody's like, "Oh, that sucks. But it's not our kid. By the way, that happened 10 years ago to another kid, didn't it? Who was that kid? I don't remember."

?????? I don't know.