I had a very interesting, puzzling one this morning. Don't know if there is any significance to it or not.

I was looking inside a house, from the front step. It was a very small house and our son or daughter had just moved out of it. Whichever it was had moved across the street to a bigger house. I made a joke about how we should get my brother to buy the little house or at least move into it so he could be happier. (In real life it would not make him happier, unless it were a huge mansion.) I was being sort of sarcastic in the dream about it as we all know it wouldn't work out.

Anyway, at some point Roger and I were out doors and a big elk walked right past me. It apparently was a pet because it let me run my hand along its back just before it collapsed onto its side. Rog and someone else told me to hurry and clear its airway (well, I was talking to him the other night about my having been trained as an EMT & theoretically able to do a tracheotomy on him using scissors and a barrel from a pen!) Anyway, I threw myself to the ground, up against the elk, reached around its head, opened its jaws and stuck my fingers way down its throat to check for any obstructions. I didn't feel any, but what was odd was there was no opening. It was almost as though there was no throat. It didn't seem weird, just curious. Then I woke up.