Here's a funny dream I had lately:
It was around 5 in the morning. I was seated at my window sill peering out into the moonlit darkness. I noticed some movement in the lower branches of the tree right outside the window. I accustomed my eyes to the dim light and tried to figure what it was. It was a moose. A great, big moose- antlers and all that jazz. It was climbing the tree. A feat I strongly doubt occurs in their natural habitat. I went into my balcony to get a better look. It was all the way up now and it seemed to be struggling in the intricate branches. It seemed smaller, about the size of a full grown lab. The tree was incredibly close to the window in the dream, almost growing inside my house. Its antlers got entangled in the branches and then very easily came off and were left hanging in the branches. I wondered (after i awoke, not while dreaming) whether it got stuck or just fell off to make room for new ones. Either way, without them he seemed better off up there and looked even smaller now. He saw me and decided to climb into the balcony. This he did. Quite effortlessly, if I remember correctly. Now standing on the window sill, he was about the size of a mongrel. He jumped inside. After he sniffed me thoroughly and circled me curiously, he started strutting up and down. I don't remember why, but I recollect leaving. When I returned, I didn't find him anywhere. After some searching, I found him sleeping curled up, exactly like a cat would behind the door, exactly the same size as a cat- but still was a moose. It ended somewhere there.
Sometimes, I just don't understand where I get these ideas.
It was around 5 in the morning. I was seated at my window sill peering out into the moonlit darkness. I noticed some movement in the lower branches of the tree right outside the window. I accustomed my eyes to the dim light and tried to figure what it was. It was a moose. A great, big moose- antlers and all that jazz. It was climbing the tree. A feat I strongly doubt occurs in their natural habitat. I went into my balcony to get a better look. It was all the way up now and it seemed to be struggling in the intricate branches. It seemed smaller, about the size of a full grown lab. The tree was incredibly close to the window in the dream, almost growing inside my house. Its antlers got entangled in the branches and then very easily came off and were left hanging in the branches. I wondered (after i awoke, not while dreaming) whether it got stuck or just fell off to make room for new ones. Either way, without them he seemed better off up there and looked even smaller now. He saw me and decided to climb into the balcony. This he did. Quite effortlessly, if I remember correctly. Now standing on the window sill, he was about the size of a mongrel. He jumped inside. After he sniffed me thoroughly and circled me curiously, he started strutting up and down. I don't remember why, but I recollect leaving. When I returned, I didn't find him anywhere. After some searching, I found him sleeping curled up, exactly like a cat would behind the door, exactly the same size as a cat- but still was a moose. It ended somewhere there.
Sometimes, I just don't understand where I get these ideas.
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