After leaving Mr. Smith at the cafe, I took a nice leisurely route back to my home on the beach. It was such a beautiful night, I just walked on strolled on the beach for quite awhile before finally heading for home and turning in. My head no sooner hit the pillow than I was in dreamland. And did I ever have a wild and wonderful dream. I dreampt that Mr. Smith and I were mermen. We were at the bottom of the ocean near an old shipwreck. We had such fun exploring that old fossil of the deep, looking at many things the surface dwellers could only dream about. At one point, a shark stopped by to investigate what we were doing. Mr. Smith uttered some words like he did to my Jabba the cat, and the big ole shark went happily on his way and didn't bother us again. After we got tired of the shipwreck, Mr. Smith got a very mischievious smile on his face and beckoned me to follow him. I noticed Mr. Smith's eyes were glowing like green diamonds again like I thought I saw them at the cafe. I recall seeing another, very handsome, merman off to one side of us. He was with a few swordfish and a dolphin. They looked like they were having a conversation. When he noticed the two of us, he gave Mr. Smith a very dirty look, almost what one might call a jealous look. About that time, Mr. Smith's tailfin brushed across my tailfin. I can't describe the electrical, impossibly phenominal magically delightful feelings that coursed through my body from that touch. I was just about to follow Mr. Smith, any place he wanted me to go, when I felt a rather scratchy touch on my face. I couldn't figure out what it was. Did the dolphin or one of the swordfish or the merman swim by me and brush against my face. The feeling just kept happening till I popped open my eyes and there was Jabba, licking my face. Darn you Jabba. Couldn't you have waited till my dream was over before you had to wake me up for breakfast?