I recently had a very obscure dream.
I think it's safe to say that it is worthy of sharing with you... the poor, unfortunate souls who deem my deviantART page readable (or should I say stalk-able?).

I owned a pet rat named Devo. This rat was really clingy and he'd follow me wherever I went. I'd only assume that I had brought him up from when he was a wee pup. This rat had a white body with black spots everywhere. Honestly, if my mother wasn't so scared of rodents then, that would be the rat I'd invest in .
Off topic..
So, my family brought me into a very elegant theater to watch a movie screening. This movie was about some Jesus Freak who sowed the earth and made everything grow.. the movie really fucking sucked.
I walked out of the theater, pet rat in hand and we sat outside eating some popcorn, waiting patiently for my family to finish their little movie.
All of a sudden, Whoopi Goldburg comes storming into the place and tries to steal my pet rat, Devo. She hits me right smack in the head with a vinyl action figure... if I'm not mistaken it was Dr. Manhattan.
Devo goes all defensive on her ass and tears her face to shreds. He jumps off her face and back onto my shoulder then, scurries into my bag (the spot that I usually carried him in the dream).
THEN I WOKE UP.

What the hell does this mean? I wasn't planning on asking if it meant anything at all... but you never really know, do you?