Then again, I suppose if your totem really were the wild boar, you probably wouldn't be flaky enough to randomly proclaim this fact to total strangers, being more a strong, silent, private type, right up until you ripped someone's leg off and ate it.
I also had a dream t'other night that I was attempting to assemble a rifle, which led me to realize that A) I have no idea how to assemble a rifle, and neither does my subconscious, who evidentally thinks it has a spiral squishy grip and loads through the muzzle, which hasn't been done since those big musket things, I don't think, and B) one of these days I oughta learn, because despite my inherent pacifism, it was bloody humiliating, even in my head. 'Sides, you never know when civilization will collapse and I might need to shoot small fuzzy meat-bearing animals with one. The dream then segued into a bit where in order to hide from the police, I disguised myself as a water buffalo. Why I thought the police would be less likely to notice a water buffalo than a nondescript white chick, I can't even begin to guess, particularly since I seemed to be in Billings, Montana. I chalk it all up to watching a couple episodes of the Superfriends t'other night, an exercise in raw pain and plot holes unmatches in personal experience. (I mean, for god's sake. They put Giganta in a little wooden pallisade. An OPEN wooden pallisade. She could just go "Gronk!" or whatever she does, and wear the damn thing as a thong! But no, this derailed her complete. And don't get me started on when Aquaman and Apache Chief got chased by a bloody apatosaurus intent on eating them. I can't even begin to express what all's wrong with THAT.)