I had a dream that I was gathering up stray dogs, one I found at a convenience store, where you can buy just about anything disposable. The little guy was sitting in a pot of multicolored flowers. I picked him up and took him to an inn across the road. There was a room I'd rented to give the dogs shelter. I already had several dogs when I brought in the little miniature poodle I had just found. It was at that moment I realized they were all poodles. I also noticed they all had messy butts, and the one I was holding had a long piece of poop stuck, and so I got a paper towel and pulled it out.
I awakened thinking of the dream. Wondering what it meant when a thought came to mind: "This is what you do when you blog."
I thought about it for awhile.
It seemed about right.