Her long dark hair may weave a snare that I may one day rue...

I had a dream last night. You might be able to call it a nightmare, but it wasn't particularly scary, possibly due to the outlandish material it held. See, I was walking down a dirt road, woods on either side, when a lioness sort of just appeared. I was with a couple of friends, and they managed to avoid it's wrath by, simply, walking around it. I, however, was not as fortunate as I tried to do the same and was promptly bitten in the hand. The lioness just sat there, tasting my flesh (I'm sure she was pleased,) as I debated what the best course of action would be to get a full grown she-beast off of your hand. I was smoking a cigarette at the time, so I decided to jam it into the eye of the ferocious feline. She then turned tail and scurried away, back into the forest from whence she came. If anyone has the ability to interpret dreams, I challenge you with that one. I've got some other pretty bizarre ones if you'd like to have a long conversation some time.