BATS!

I just had the most disturbing dream that I can't go back to sleep. It's midnight, so what else is there to do besides blog about it!

Basically, the dream boiled down to this: my mom, some random older female and maybe my sister and I were in our old house (the one in which I grew up) and it was infested with bats. Seriously infested. They were in the corners, in the potted plants, in the bathroom, in the kitchen. There was even a random tarantula in our kitchen that was nabbed by a bat and served as a hearty meal for the nocturnal creature. The weirdest part about it was that Condoleeza Rice was asleep in a spare room, and she was known for her excellence in killing bats, yet Mom kept telling us not to wake her up, despite our pleas and our arguments that there could be bats in her room with her. The bat-filled dream/nightmare scared the living daylights out of me.

I have NO idea where that dream came from. I am not afraid of bats. I do not think about bats at all unless I'm running by the Waugh street bridge, in which one can't help but think of bats as the smell of the bat guana hits runners' noses. And I really can't explain where Condleeza Rice came from. The only thing I can think of was that I was watching CNN.com at the gym and they were talking about her (and it stuck). As for the bats, the Sailor and I strolled into Party Time and Garden Ridge Pottery this afternoon and wandered around the Halloween displays.

I didn't even eat right before bed. I'm clueless.

And yet still a bit freaked out.