-I found my rabbit in the grass patches in the parking lot (that don't exist) and brought him inside. I was trying to let the office people have him up with them until I was done with work. The thing is, the rabbit apparently wasn't Jack, but looked exactly like him. The only reason he wasn't is because I said he wasn't. He was a rabbit set free outside. The office people were a little aggravated with him being there, since it wasn't their job to pet-sit.
We were on the bank of a stream with wild buffalo grazing on the other side. There was a lamb on the other side too, really close to us. But he had a bunch of human trash stuck to him, like a dolphin stuck in a fishing net. Daddy went across to the other side and untangled him. The lamb bowed and ran away with the buffalo.
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Dream Journal
Ngẫu nhiênZombie and alien invasions, animals and mermaids, strange and whimsical adventures, and references to pop-culture. Sometimes scary, sometimes enchanting, always intriguing, dive into the fantastical realm that is my dreams!
