I had a dream, a crazy dream, it seemed so real or so it seemed... I have a dream..
Not in the Martin Luther King variety of world peace and all that shit, nope, mine involves squirrels, on skateboards with machine guns. I don't bloody know why the squirrels have skateboards or how they managed to buy them. I mean, if you're a squirrel it involves running up and down trees in a frantic manner so surely you wouldn't have time to apply for a credit card.
Even if you did, the negotiations would be a little bit weird - "Two acorns a month in interest, you're taking the piss aren't you?". But assuming you, as a squirrel, got your credit card (let's call it Acorn for now), how the fuck would you sign for things? I mean, squirrels are clever and deft little creatures but, they can't write. I suppose they could have a PINE code and just tap it into the machine with their little paws.
Ok, so assuming the squirrel has the Acorn card, and could tap his PINE code into the card reader - where the hell would he go shopping for a skateboard...and why?
Alright, supposing the rodent could handle surfing down the tree, how the fuck would he get it back up again? Anyway, the squirrel is at the shop....buying, his skateboard with his acorn card - he then decides to purchase a machine gun.
Surely, one's concentration would be focussed on staying on the skateboard, not what you could shoot whilst riding it. But NO, the squirrel in my dream was clearly on a skateboard with a machine gun. So my question is why?
Why have strange dreams?
Why try to interpret them?
What happened in the end? (I woke up before I found out)
Over to you peeps - strange dreams or reality checks?
ps no drugs were harmed in the formulation of this dream