I was sitting in front of my PC when I saw a gray furry thing scurrying across the wall beside me.

My God! Is that a mouse? It can't be! Why is there a mouse in my room? And I didn't know that mice can walk on a wall like Jet Lee and not fall off. Hmm, how strange.

I looked up and....

What the hell? The whole ceiling is crawling with mice! Where did they come from?

I stared in disbelief. This must be my dose of bad Karma. Two years ago, I tortured had a little fun with a mouse that we caught in the office. I didn't get to do too much damage though. An officemate stepped on the little thing a bit too hard, causing its beady little eyes (and maybe some of its brain) to pop out and thus ending our fun. Ah, good times.

By now, mice were pouring in from the windows and dropping from the ceiling. I'm usually not afraid of small animals, but it's a different deal when there are thousands of them all around me. I was absolutely terrified.

Then I woke up.

Was it just a dream? I cautiously looked around. Phew, all clear. But it all seemed so real! Of course, the gravity-defying mice should have been a clue, heh.

Dreams are cool. No matter how bad things get in a dream, all you have to do is wake up, and everything is instantly back to normal....

Unless you wake up to a burning house, which is probably, uh, not very cool.