Dream Log: July 25, 2000 (idea)

Strange, yet mundane.

• My best friend is a frog in a shoe box. The frog doesn't talk to me or anything odd like that, he's just my constant companion. I keep a little tuperware container full of crickets in my backpack to feed him.
• I'm married to a woman named Diane. SHe's a tough tomboy type who wears combat boots and party dresses and can beat me in thumb wrestling best-of-seven. We're going to a show at the Bottom of the Hill, waiting outside, shivering and bumming cigarettes. Diane is offered a Marlboro by a man in black, but she looks at it, refuses and calls him a pansy for smoking filtereds. I tell her that she's being mean and she shrugs.
• I'm sick. I have a stuffy nose and the ENT doctor says that he'd like to try an experimental procedure and he brings out a bug (like a beetle or something) and tells me that this is a genetically engineered bug that will crawl up my nose and clear things up. It reminds me of the mind-control beetle from The Wrath of Khan and I refuse.