Salut, jolie Crocodile!
My dreams last night were like skating. A coffee shop at the bottom of a half-pipe. I wore shoes with smooth soles and slid to the counter to order my drink. I tried to use my momentum to turn and skate back up the slope, but that was not as easy as it appeared. I looked for childhood friends, asked for people's names...but I couldn't recognize anyone. My childhood playmates are truly lost to me. Over the years, our letters thinned and we lost contact, so why would it matter if I met them at the bottom of the coffee shop?
Oh, one more thing. I woke up thinking this:
Go back to the lake, Alligator!
Down to the Nile, Crocodile!
EDIT: ...and the following night, among many, many other dreams. I dreamt that a man was choking. When he finally coughed up what had been stuck in his throat, it was a tiny, live monkey. He prevented people from taking it away from him, saying "I've never seen such a rare specimen. I'd like to keep this little monkey."