I had... a relatively strange dream last night. I dreamed that I found the little pewter wolf figuring that I lost a couple months ago, under a pillow. But before finding it, I mistook the little pewter weasel figure for it and brought the weasel to life instead of the wolf.
Still, the little pewter weasel was very cute, so even though it kept falling off tables, or getting stepped on, or otherwise getting killed, I kept reanimating it. I ended up giving it to a friend, and told her to come get me if it died again so I could fix it.
Then the dream somehow segued into MGS style infiltration, except that my only weapon was a vial of poison that, if splashed on an enemy, made them 3% more vulnerable to damage. Current Mood: lazy