Earlier this month I fell asleep on the couch and I had a dream. One of my weirder ones, to be honest. Which makes it a good start for a blog. To begin with, we don't even have crocodiles in my city.
To refresh your memory, this is what a crocodile looks like.
(That's not a crocodile either. It's a crocodile hat that my mom's Aussie friend gave me.)
In the dream, me and my parents were at the house of our family friends, sitting in their living room. I looked up and saw a dust bunny, like you might find under your bed, crawling up the wall. I asked my dad if it was a crocodile, and he confirmed that it was. And then the "crocodile" kind of…exploded. It wasn't a dust bunny anymore, it was some sort of pheasant-scorpion. And then there were two. It was pretty freaky. One of them started hissing at my dad, and he hissed back at it, which is very not like him. It was around then that I woke up.
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