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I hate lizards. I think I’ve finally decided — they’re worse than ducks.

Ducks are big; you can see them coming. They make noise; you can hear them coming. But with lizards? There’s no warning. No idea.

Snakes are technically lizards, and alligators are reptiles, and lizards fall under that as well. I’m not as bad with those. Sure, if I see a snake, I’m not going to want to be anywhere near it. Ditto with alligators. But a lizard? Those things are much much worse.

And what is a snake, but a lizard without hands? And so, I conclude, it must be the hands that frighten me. As with ducks, it’s primarily the beak. With lizards, it’s the hands.

I still don’t know what kind of lizards they had in Florida. We saw them at our hotel, every once in awhile at Disney World, and all over at Universal Studios. They were quite small, about the size of my hand, I suppose, which is to say 5-6 centimeters.

Plus, these things aren’t brightly coloured. If they were a nice lime green, they wouldn’t be as scary. But these things are dark red, dark green, dark brown, and can blend in with the ground easily.

This is the only picture I have of one of them, my mom might have some more at home. Not a very good picture, but the thing was tiny and far away.

The reason I bring this up is because I had a dream last night that I was on this very circular place and it was like in a video game where if you went off the edge you would die. It was kind of in the clouds but it also seemed like just a regular place. It may have been surrounded by water; I don’t know.

Anyway, I was running along the circle and there were fewer and fewer people and at the end was Lauren, a girl from my high school. After her, there was no one else. She warned me that there were lizards beyond that point, and there were. Dozens of tiny little lizards. They were almost invisible, and more like little blobs of goo. I probably started freaking out and running back, but one of them jumped up and brushed against my arm, but again, it was more like a blob than a lizard. They were all very slimy and wet and soft, more like toy lizards you’d get from a little candy type vending machine that stick to the window and whatnot, but they could move.

So yeah, not fun. I couldn’t find much on the meaning of lizards in dreams. Searching for “dream meanings” just seems to give you spam sites.

Anyway, I just came back from math, and we were learning about countable sets and proving that sets are countable. Like you can prove that the set of all positive odd integers is countable because you can pair them with another set. Something like that.

So this one girl asks him “why are we doing this?”. The teacher is silent for a bit and then says that she’s asked him a philosophical question and that he doesn’t like that (in a joking way, of course). He tried to explain a bit, but I kind of zoned out. He ended with “don’t ask any other mathematicians that” because they would get upset. He says he deals with just pure mathematics and that every once in awhile, he’ll think to himself “why did I do something more applied, where I could see its application in the world?”. And I totally understand that sentiment, and I can see how it could cause another mathematician to have a breakdown. It was humourous, nonetheless.