When I woke up this morning, the image burned into my head involved pink octopi encapsulating a person. The throbbing mass writhed as I tried to remove them off the body. When I finally got them off, the form revealed was curled in a fetal position, not moving.

Then I woke up.

What the heck? Death by octopi? Pink octopi?!

What could I have been trying to work out in my poor wee brain last night? I mean, I love octopi. For dinner. Tako sushi, takoyaki, hm tako tacos!

I don't recall much of the rest of my dream other than it involved an apartment about a resturant. I can only speculate the ghost of animals eaten attacked the chef for culinary atrocities.

I think it was probably the stress of trying to deal with wedding invitations with an already stressed out bride, through the champagne strawberry sangria did help.