Today when I woke up, I had a vivid image of the comic strip Sherman's Lagoon in my mind. I only vaguely remember the third panel of the strip; there was a small, skinny fish telling Sherman to stop being such a pussy (and he didn't intend the "sweet and gentle" British meaning). This is very strange to me because I have not seen or thought about Sherman's Lagoon in years; probably not once since moving to Washington. My subconscious mind dredged up Sherman's Lagoon from my college era, the last time I read Sunday comic strips.
Apparently my subconscious mind is telling my conscious mind to stop being such a pussy. And perhaps that I should read more comic strips.