I feel really awkward about claiming points for this, and possibly stoking the old Minneapolis/SF rivalry again, but I haven't been able to dream anyone else into my dreams since then. And she's one of my favorite players, so I feel bad about this dream, I really do.

Ink Tea, I'm so sorry I dreamed your toes off!

I should explain. I and many others were out in this forest preserve, or perhaps nature maze, or Takeshi's Castle, I don't know. But it involved a large natural space across which multiple games of skill, wits and/or capture were being played. I remember fleeing from something or someone at the point where I ran into Ink Tea.

Have you ever seen that episode of Mythbusters where they're trying to determine whether or not steel-toed boots are more detrimental to your feet should something really heavy land on your toes? And they do that thing where it slices the toe of the boot clean off, including the toes of the prop foot they built?

Apparently, some contraption on the field managed to do that to a player, and I came up on the scene just as a game-wide time-out was being called. There was this rad chick with dreadlocks, dressed in urban safari style (cargo shorts, hiking boots, tshirt, bandanas on wrists, sunglasses) that I realized was Ink Tea. She was sitting on the ground because somehow, one of the game devices had cut through her boot and her toes had come right off. Except her toes were made of play-doh, with little play-doh bones cleanly cut through, so there was no blood, no pain and she seemed more angry than hurt. "Does this look safe to you?" she asked, reprimanding the referees and other game officials that were gathering. "Look at this! You wanna fix this? This was supposed to be safe! Where's the safety?!" Supposedly, her toes could be easily molded back on, but that wasn't the point.

That's all I remember before I woke up. Sorry about your dream-foot, Inky! :(