"The Night Mare galloped away, but her dark eyes promised a return one day."
All I remember about my dream was being in my old neighborhood, and houses kept collapsing inward. I escaped just before mine did, but some older blonde guy I didn't like too much was still in the house when it fell.
Weird.

I figured out why I've been out of it lately--I'm finally cutting my fourth wisdom tooth, as it were. And it hurts. Bleck. >> But it's almost grown through.

Quiet morning, so I'll leave it at that.