The Dream of Dreams

Dreamt the wierdest shitz last night. My brother bought a Porsche 912 that looked like a spaceship and we drove in extreme speed to a meeting in the wood with talking animals, a talking deer that ate meet by sticking his head down the ground and ploughing through the dirt for rabbits. And that is just the start.

Cat is sick at home. Might have to put him down.

The love of animals: Nothing like a good shag in the garden.

Work!