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of mice and men

I dreamt last night that I was charged with taking care of a furry handful of baby mice. There were maybe half a dozen of them, and they were still too young to open their eyes. I held them, or let them crawl around, in the back of an old car. At one point, and for reasons I don’t remember (or weren’t revealed), they were all tranquilized, and curled up into tiny furballs the size of marbles. I remember reveling in the cuteness, and sweetness, of the image.

Other people came into play in the dream, and other events occurred, but I am caught most by that image; of a hand cradling a half dozen baby mice curled into balls, quivering slightly in their sleep.

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