jethrien

Thank you, subconcious. I asked for less disturbing dreams, and ended up with crack dreams instead. I vastly prefer the crack dreams, thank you.

Last night I dreamt that I was an anthropomorphic mouse. I convinced an armadillo (non-anthropomorphic, by the way--looked entirely like a normal armadillo aside from the fact it talked) to join me as a partner in running a multi-day marathon (kind of like the Tour de France, but on foot). I couldn't convince the rattlesnake to join us. Thing is, everyone else was not animals, anthropomorphic or otherwise. No, all the other runners were totally normal people. Surprisingly, the logical thing happened--the race started, everyone took off, and in 30 seconds we were still chugging along on our little stumpy animal legs while all the tall humans left us in the dust. So when we got to the first stopover point that night, everyone else was already drunk and smashing cupcakes in each others' faces ('cause that's totally what Tour de France racers do, duh). It was very dark and late, but we didn't seem terribly discouraged to be so incredibly slower than everyone else because, hey, cupcakes.