Soft Skin

I was so tired this afternoon I dozed off for about half an hour.  I had the weirdest dream.  I was a Eskimo named Buck-Tao the great.  Leader of the Kuk-ting-go tribe, son of Jip-tooth the greatest seal hunter of the Kap-Lup territory.  On a trek to find seal meat with a fellow tribesman named Rugi-Fan-hop, son of Electro-fup the merciful.  Suddenly we were caught in a deadly snow storm.  We were under equipped and slowly freezing to death.  To survive we held each other tightly until the storm passed.....I woke from my nap in a cold disturbing sweat.  Something was wrong with this dream.  Right? Maybe? Sorta...well............