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Last night, I dreamed about owl punching.
I was taking a physical activity class and we all had to pair off and go out into this big field. The instructor gave each pair a big burlap sack full of owls. One person would pull an owl out of the bag by its legs and fling it into the air in front of their partner. The partner would try to land a punch before the owl could right itself and fly away.
The class had an odd number of students, and I wasn't feeling much like punching owls, so I just watched. It didn't occur to me till later, when I was trying to steal a miniature school bus for an epic road trip (even though I knew the gas mileage was going to be really, really bad), that owl punching was probably cruelty toward animals and I should've raised a fuss about it.
This dream was strange in a much better way than the previous night's in which I had to have sex with an eighty-year-old hermaphrodite.
Whyyyy, brain, why? ;____;
Ah well. At least I was getting paid.
I was taking a physical activity class and we all had to pair off and go out into this big field. The instructor gave each pair a big burlap sack full of owls. One person would pull an owl out of the bag by its legs and fling it into the air in front of their partner. The partner would try to land a punch before the owl could right itself and fly away.
The class had an odd number of students, and I wasn't feeling much like punching owls, so I just watched. It didn't occur to me till later, when I was trying to steal a miniature school bus for an epic road trip (even though I knew the gas mileage was going to be really, really bad), that owl punching was probably cruelty toward animals and I should've raised a fuss about it.
This dream was strange in a much better way than the previous night's in which I had to have sex with an eighty-year-old hermaphrodite.
Whyyyy, brain, why? ;____;
Ah well. At least I was getting paid.