Dreams aren't so fickle.

So I had this dream last night, and I just told Joy about it, but I figured I should write it down.

In my dream, I had a pet giraffe in my bedroom. He ate mostly my leftovers, and he was very cute. Then, my cat, Gwyn, had kittens, even though she's fixed. They were freaking adorable, and tiny. Then I somehow had a pet alpaca, and the giraffe hated it, so it kept trying to kick it. It accidentally almost kicked one of the kittens, though! So I moved them to the living room, and moved the alpaca to the back yard. Then, the next day, I realized that one of the kittens wasn't actually a housecat, but it was a FREAKING PANTHER and it was like hella bigger than the others on the second day. I was petting it and it started growling and totally tweaking out so I moved it to the kitchen and tied it to the fridge.

I went in to check on my giraffe and his front legs were hella tiny and one of his hooves fell off! And I was like, "Oh, no, what happened?!" And he was like (yes, he TALKED), "I guess I'm not eating enough. That casserole last night was tasty, though." I felt really bad so I moved a tree into my room so he could eat, and then he got big and fat again. Yay!

I had another dream after that where I was applying for a residency at a hospital, and in the application process they diagnosed me with this rare disease where there was like a bead of stuff in my veins and they had to take it out. I was freaking out and crying, and then they told me I couldn't be a resident there because I wasn't reacting well under pressure. WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT?! I was so pissed.

Anyway, those were my amazing dreams. Yeah, I think it was my brain's rebellion against me for forgetting to set my alarm last night. Well, you win this time, brainy, but by golly, I'll get you yet.

I'm hyper, by the by.