Wierd dreams

Okay, I had some really odd dreams last night. I dreamt that Ryan and I were rounded up from a remote island by slave traders. The traders were short loud people who demanded everything from cooking to cleaning to entertaining. They resembeled our children... Wait... I wonder if there is a correlation? Well at the end of the dream, Ryan and I turned into otters and swam away into the ocean. We were fast like speeding fur bullets. Woo! That's the last time I drink Killian's Ale and eat beef keilbasa for dinner. Yikes.