nested dreams like boxes

Two nights running, a mish-mash of odd dreams, waking up with the scrambled recollections, they seem to make no sense. And one jumps into the other, I have the impression that they are all sharing the same wooden box, nesting one within another or joined by invisible wires. One, vaguely recalled this morning: I have a frog, small, slippery, with a bar-code upon it, and I am using it as a magician might use a dove or rabbit, as a prop for my tricks. The frog doesn't like this, it's a rare South-American frog, endangered from the rain forest, strange bar-code birthmark upon it's mouth....and the frog is talking to me, escaping, it smashes a pen holder I had (stained glass, given to me by my mother) and I'm now angry with frog, trying to pick up the glass (careful, it's sharp), find another pen-holder, capture frog (still talking to me, giving me attitude...)...