In my dream, I'm in a... bank? Maybe? There's an elevator in it that leads to some sort of museum. And definitely two, possibly three, security guards. At one point I'm standing there in shorts (I almost never wear shorts for real) and the two (or three) security guards are talking about my weight like I'm not even there. And my unshaven legs. I look down (in the dream) and yes, indeed, my legs haven't been shaved. How embarrassing, which also begs the questions; why the fuck am I wearing shorts?
In my dream, I'm trying to balance a trained squirrel sideways on my head (One of the security guards had the little guy on his head as we walked into the museum. ) before heading off to take a tour of the museum. It's not going so well.
I'm just going to say that again so it can sink in.
I'm my dream, I'm trying to balance a trained squirrel on my head. Sideways.
Yea...
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