Personal Note: OW! OW!

Dear Subconscious,

      Can you please be a little more proactive about waking me up when I get a foot cramp? I don't need the extra dream time to fall out of a tree in the woods down by the creek while shrieking for help ("Mom! Ow! Mom, mom! It hurts! MOMMY!"); what I do need is to awaken immediately and STRETCH MY FOOT.

Sincerely,
nebroadwe

PS Oh, and a dream about driving kanja177 to Denver (mysteriously just a hop-skip-jump down a 2-lane country road narrowed by snowdrifts) to a hotel filled with weather refugees for a job interview, all the while fighting the inability of the car's defroster to clear the windshield? I SEE WUT U DID THAR.

Random: On the essential use of the comma

I think evil_little_dog will object to Ms. Ray's hobbies as delineated in this headline on the cover of (of all things!) Tails magazine.