When I became aware of the dream, I was in a Walmart parking lot. To my left was a covered pick up truck, like one of those roadside vendors except it was full of craniums from various animals. And the skin/fur was still on the craniums. These were craniums since they were lacking jaws. What horrified me even more was the pile of baby orangutan craniums. Staring in disgust at the display, I spied something moving in the back. There were several long-haired tabby kittens who noticed me. Some of them jumped out of the truck into the parking lot, and I took after them waving my arms so they would escape whatever dark fate awaited them.

Later in my sleep, there wasaweird perspectuve on my day job. I was hiding in an unused bathroom and people were outside looking for me. When the door opened, some fat Mafia-looking guy came in, saw me, backed up, announced, “He’s not in here!”

The company’s vice president had to see for himself, squirming around Mafia’s bulk, and saw me. The jig was up. Time to get back to work.

As I got up,Mafia gave me a fist bump, shrugged apologetically, then gave me a large bill for my troubles.

Chris S.
Anomalist, esperantist, cyclist, typist, dodecaphile, ailurophile, and oneiromancer. Chris lives near the shore with his wife, cats, and the Jersey Devil in his backyard.

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