I woke up remembering my dreams. That is rare. I couldn't tell you the last time I remembered my dreams.
No, it wasn't anything I ate.
I stood in the kitchen looking at a little square Tupperware container. You know, the kind you stash your leftover Macaroni and cheese? Someone stood across from me. We were having a conversation and as we talked I lifted the lid to the container. Inside were four miniature cows and a miniature black bull with sharp horns.
They immediately jumped out and I found myself chasing them around the fruit bowl and cereal boxes.
I got the cows back inside but the bull kept fighting.
Each time I opened the container to return the bull a cow would jump out.
Finally I got the lid on tight and walked away.
A few hours later I was standing inside a department store and a family stood by a counter with the cows and bull, claiming they found them running around . I explained they weren't for sale, put them back in the container and wondered how I ended up taking care of four miniature cows and a bull and what they would do next.
Any ideas?
