my pink velociraptor
My dream last night had a velociraptor in it. A pink one. In my house. Apparently not that hungry, since it didn't decide to come after me until I had already put a sliding glass door between us.
A pink velociraptor. How bizarre is that? I even thought at the time, "This is awesome... and completely ridiculous." Kind of like the dream in which I started drowning in a swimming pool, but said, "Stupid, you're dreaming; you can't die," and then could breathe underwater.
The subconscious is funny.
P.S.- Giuseppe located my dorky owl sweater. I am counting the days until I drive north to pick up my cherished ironic getup.