The dream started with a dog

by DRM

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.