I woke from a sleep so strange I had to lay until my head cleared. I dreamed I was a mouse in a wild rushing river blue chasing after a garish green pea that would bob and dunk away from me as I surged along. Before long I had a multitude of peas that flocked ahead of me, tended to by a pair of bright guppies that would dart to and fro across the watery course and nudge peas, if they should become errant, back into the fold. I held a stick with which I poked and pushed smooth green peaskin. Down down down the ever-constant current, the ever-vigilant peaherder, until I frothed out into the fleeting confusion of the waking moment.