I just awoke from an amazing night of lucid dreaming where I found the tunnel at the end of the light.  Therein, in rapid, curious sequences, one after another all accompanied by popular rock tunes, I was a doctor, a parasitologist, fighting  an alien aquatic parasite that could range from cat-sized down to the microscopic.  Anyone who swam or bathed in natural waters was subject to either biting predation or a subdermal invasion, and it was my life’s mission to battle this menace.   When I finally awoke, I was assisting survivors who were “running in the shadows” (The Chain, Fleetwood Mac).

The upstart from all of this is that I sit here blogging  now aglow with a residual fascination for the field of parsitology.  I studied it awhile ago in college when I lived in Panama, and have decided now, in some form, to resume my study.  O yeah: if you want to motivate me, program my dreams.