Well, since it looks like all of my blogging friends have been having whacked out dreams, I decided to join the ranks.
I was at Mom and Dad's home. Across the street, their neighbor had a petting zoo. On their front lawn. And it had three baby woolly mammoths. One was five months old. How did I know this little tidbit? The zoo keeper (some Hollywood celeb who I did not know) told me when the mommoth rolled on it's side and started crying. It wanted to be with it's mommy and daddy.
And that's all I remember.
Why can't I have cool dreams? Dreams about being Laura Croft or having mad wild sex or living in Renaissance times.
Nope, not me. I get crying extinct mammals.