Journey to Gestalt

I don't know what it is with me and strange dreams lately.

First dream: getting chased by a angry bear while camping. I may or may not have actually woken up from that one squawking; only the cats know for sure, 'cause my housemates can sleep through quite a bit of noise. >,>

Second dream: reading a friend's story in a professional publication, and finding that a whole line of it had been replace by gibberish (of the sort created when somebody's cat walks across their computer keyboard) - and nobody at the magazine had caught it before the issue went to press. Oh, did I mention that this was the line that revealed the climax of the story's entire plot? >,0

Last night was graced with visions of large creatures with carapaces and far too many legs. No clue if they were bugs, crustaceans, or aliens of some kind. The dream-critters were freaky and unsettling, but they didn't act threatening, or even seem to notice me - I just had to deal with my own squick-reaction to them. (I'm blaming that one on the mix of cold medicines I took last night. *sweatdrop* )