2 Foreigners have come to visit, giants, huge beards, covered in runic tattoos. Norse, maybe, or Quebecois, they've thick, unidentifiable accents, and they have 4 small pets between them, and they are wrapped up for the children (not mine), one bends down and pulls off the wrapping. The two in the center, yappy cute puppies of the breeds favoured by old ladies. The one on the left, a tortoise, and it's head comes out of it's shell, poised upon a long neck it catches me with it's eye, a smart, intelligent eye.
And, finally, the last one on the right is unwrapped, it's some sort of giant flattened rat, I have no clue what it is, and I'm returning from this meadow back to the house, home, but not my house, the kids have gone off to play with the animals, parents, my father, people, this house like a stage with sets that roll in and out...
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My dreams lately, anxiety dreams, waiters nightmares, tables coming in, new job, being lost and utterly confused, not knowing what it is I'm to be doing...this is the first one worth writing down, and it isn't much, but resuming the habit will probably breed more interesting dreams.