Apparently I have ruined "This Corrosion" for P after coming to the conclusion that the animal Andrew Eldritch feels deep inside is a hamster. Maybe I should have followed that comment with "No homo" to avoid unfortunate confusion and squickage, but I was actually thinking of totems and spirits at the time.
Unusually, the last couple of nights I've had dreams that I can remember. Not that they make any sense, mind you, being the usual surreal mixtures of people and places that have only tangential connections to each other. Some people say that dreams have meanings, but I prefer to think of them as the subconscious earning its keep by cleaning out the unused memories and odd bits that have fallen out of the brain's file cabinets. Kind of like Groundskeeper Willie, except better behaved. Mostly.