The other night I had a dream about a honey badger preying upon an anteater in the middle of a freshly plowed field, tearing at the anteaters hind limbs, chasing it and chewing on it mercifulessly while Carrie and her sister were conducting a cordial conversation over a light picnic. To any casual observers of dreams, it should be immediately obvious that deep within the hidden channels of my conciousness I’m thinking I need a haircut. Again.