The dream started with a dog
In the dream the dog walked to my chair and looked at me.
I had a towel wrapped around my chest and was wearing a skirt made from banana peels.
“Are you picking up the chicken parts for the replacement poultry?” the dog asked.
I crawled into a cave where seven bats were playing musical chairs using coffee mugs.
One bat ate a Mallomar. I tried to take a bite. He sang a song that sounded familiar.
The car tires slipped on the wet road. We somersaulted. I hugged myself.
Then the dream ended.