Also, had a terribly strange dream...
dreamed that the boys upstairs had a party going on, but the apartment building we lived in was extremely different. In the Tenderloin, really.
There were some really neat people at the party, and then it was a weekend morning. I walked out of the building and was looking at the former-gas-station @ the corner of Polk & Geary, where- in the no-longer-a-gas-station-office, there was a guy who had set up various oriental rugs who was selling things rather like a sidewalk sale.
He had cats- a cat of some strange breed (no, not a real one) who looked as if he'd been partially shaved around his midriff, but 'he's just shedding right now, go ahead and pick him up'. I reached to pet him, and the big baboon I had somehow missed sitting on the carpet went 'ook' and bit my arm. Gently, I could get it back easily enough without bleeding at all. 'You want to come away from there right now," said the salesman in a so-calm-you-can't-ignore-it tone, and I pulled my arm back and then rolled away from the rug just before the panther that was on the rug clawed me.
Then I woke up, with my arm stinging a bit where the baboon had been nipping at it.
...what the fuck?!?!?
Mercifully, I did not awaken to discover I had been transformed into a large vermin.